6:27 AM

Well Jesus Christ, it's 6:27 and I'm all alone again. So did you really do what we're all hoping you did? And are you even half the man that everyone's hoping for? Because I've got this gut instinct, and I can't be the only one who feels it. But is it just something we're feeling out of guilt? Hoping that there's something more to this? Because there could be nothing after this, but there's no comfort in that.

There could be nothing after this.

There could be nothing after this, but there's no comfort in that, or any motivation for right or wrong in that. And despite all the cynicism and dry tone, I've got that gut instinct that tells me you're everything we're all hoping for. And that what was written about you doesn't even compare to what you did.

You caught me lying to myself again didn't you. I might not believe it, but that faith I'm searching blind for keeps my stomach in knots and my mind racing. Because there could be nothing after this, or you could be all there is at all. Just keep that knot in my stomach tight, I swear to you and you alone that I'll come back, but if you're half the man we all hope you are, you know that so much more than I could ever say.

"Out of the depths have I called unto Thee, Oh Lord. Lord, hear my plea."