No Use For A Name

I hope someday that we can sit and talk above the surface
For now I'm drowning in a sea of you
The irony of alcohol and this conversation piece
Is exactly what we need to keep us from the truth
So let me sit here all alone and contemplate the meaning
Of a situation made up in your mind
You're so damn miserable and careless with your
Darkest thoughts
You act as if your clock is fooling time