We are naught but glasses Half empty trying to fill each other When we know one of us will walk away drained Hoping someone, somewhere Will tell us that we’re special That we aren’t half empty We’re half full. And so this is why Despite my resistance Despite my disagreeing with the mirror I run towards you with open arms Hoping the force in you Will bring me to my knees Will awaken me Turn me into a fervent fire Ripe for ashes Knowing what it feels like To be half full. For you to be half full. And forgetting What it feels like To be empty.