Glass House

I’ve been staring through the cracks of your folly, measuring the weight in your hands.
The box you’ve found yourself in is clear now, like a house made of glass in the sand.
I can see the bottle overflowing, with every drink you are approaching the end.

Old friend, don’t you feel yourself drowning?
The poison is holding you down with regret.
Old friend, don’t you remember the mornings?
When every day was our only day left.

I’ve been watching with intense hesitation,
Expecting you to fall to your knees.
The box you’ve found yourself is in broken,
And every crack is another disease.
I can tell you are waiting for answers, And every drink you take leads you too far.

Old friend, don’t you feel yourself drowning?
The poison is consuming your rest.
Old friend, don’t you remember the mornings?
When every day was our only day left.