Moaning

I wake up it's midnight I look out and see the hung moon I feel a buzz in my skull and a tear in my heart I feel you There's no sense in dialing or writing after all that I've done Everything that would've been is trapped under yesterday's sun That's why I'm here moaning That's why I keep moaning I'm grasping at nothing But a dream from the past But a dream from the past Cicadas, my heart beat, the night wind are all that I hear Like a psycho on lockdown in my house imprisoned by fear What would you think if you learn that I'm gone for good If it'd make you love me again, you know that I would Instead I'm here moaning And I keep moaning I'm grasping at nothing But a lie from the past But a lie from the past The walls sway, my thoughts rage The glass clangs, it's empty You won't come, no you won't come So I'll just stay here moaning Forever on moaning Always grasping at nothing But a love that I smashed