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But burned into my brain are these stolen images,
Stolen images, baby, stolen images.
Can you picture it
Babe the life we could’ve lived?
We built our love on dirt and thunderstorms.
You look like someone I used to know.
Your cloudy eyes full of tears, my stoic love.
Every storm has to pass.
The rain washed it all away.
You’re the clouds that come and go.
But you moved to show the stars.
The moon tries to shine through.
But my memories are too strong.
I need to learn to look past the clouds.
Into space, and move on.
Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
I left you in September.
By the middle I didn’t remember.
Your birthday I counted down to before.
October I spent missing another.
There were plenty of cigarette filled nights.
Drank my sorrow away, while I was forgotten.
I dont want to remember the end of November.
It feels like so long ago.
This is when the doubts began.
December brings Winter Solstice.
You’re all that’s on my mind.
I start to feel like nothing now.
Don’t you understand?
I am your lighthouse.
I can lead you back home.
Across the miles of ocean.
Patterns in my mind, searing in my skin.
Shadows in my eyes, creeping in my thoughts.
I close my eyes to find this feeling that I fought.
Living in daydreams so I don’t have to face the truth.
You don’t need me like I need you.
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