On the shelf are all my things br Boxes of memories and br The Bottle of Dreams br All you need is one sip br And you get to slip br Into your dreams br I'll meet you there br But I'm drinking it all down br To have this conversation br br When you whisper in your sleep br What are you whispering br I still sit up in bed at night br Trying to listen to the emptiness br Who's name are you saying br You always leave me wondering br Maybe you left something br br I was at the bottom of the second bottle br When the moon finally stood up br I was staring blankly br From the ground at the ceiling br I'm alone here always waiting br But I can't hear over the noise br That you're not making br I didn't know the monsters you left behind br Could be so damn mean br They don't want me laying br In the place you laid in br br Where did you put the sun br Or did it just forget to come up br How far did you have to run br Before you escaped from yourself br You know you left some stuff br Still sitting on my shelf br br How many bottles do I have to pound br Before my dreams will be found br Now I can't even think and I can barely see br When I look out the window br It's just in time to notice br The world has stopped spinning br Just for me, a never ending night br Without any dreams br br I guess I'll start separating br All the things that aren't mine br Too much weight is straining br The shelf is giving br I wonder what I'll find br When I look inside the boxes br I can see my mind, br And look, here is the sun br You knew the whole time br You're just too busy disappearing br Leaving everything undone br And an empty bottle of dreamsbr br Brandon Owensbr br