Nostalgia is colorblind
She paints the picture wrong...
I'm a dragon
I follow the bandwagon...
The night moves with you
writhing on the moonlit shores...
Behind every wound is a story,
whether remembered with shame or glory...
You inserted me with hope
after your fireworks of love...
Almost six years ago
our souls entwined...
After they broke up
we continued to like him...
Every man has his own song
his own book...
Your head is bowed in reverence
You touch my feet and worship...
Every day the pulley
would come up or down...
This desolate night
White puff balls float down...
I can't forget you
That secret spot in my mind...