I can see right through your black hole eyes.
I catch a glimpse of what once was.
They are warm, even though they're empty.
A familiarity is held within.
I can see right to your heart through them.
I want to tell you so badly about things that are going on.
But, even when I do, I'll never know if you understand.
You're hand reaches for me sometimes, and,
for just a minute, I feel complete again.
I can offer you no more than you can offer me,
so I'll just sit and be with you.