When I see that dress
I hear the slow songs
The songs that pulled us close

When I see that dress
I smell the cologne you wore
The scent I won't ever forget.

When I see that dress
I see your eyes looking at me
The sight made my legs numb.

When I see that dress
I taste your lips on mine
The kiss that will haunt me.

When I see that dress
I feel the torture
The torture of knowing
That  it meant nothing.

It is hard to speak about
what you want to speak about
when all you do is speak about
the way you’d speak about

what you want to speak about.
Things get worse then when you try
to speak about the way you'd like to
speak about these things you hold so dear

that you can't help but speak about them,
to the point you mean to speak about
the way you'd love to speak about them.
But is unbearable when after so long

of trying everything to explain the how,
you fall out of love with what you wanted
to speak so madly about, and all is left
are the ghosts of departed quantities of genius,

the maddening silence after your great idea is gone,
that cigarette ash flake floating in the afternoon,
so graciously convinced of being smoke,
perhaps even a cloud.

Make me feel alive
Cut away my walls
Make me feel alive
Rip me down
Just to watch me fall

Make me feel alive
Bite across my veins
Keep my arms untied
So I can treat you
the same

Oh, Feel me
Breathe me
Touch me
Release me

Steal me
Reel me
In
Cut the word sin
Into my bones
Trickle within
Just

Make me feel alive
Force me to take a ragged breath
and breathe release
Make me feel alive
Scratch your name across my chest
and crease
Test my endurance
You have my assurance that

I can keep this up,
Don't **** this up, but do
if you feel like you
want to

Just make me live again

"Oh hi, good moments and happy feelings"

"Not today man"

Anything.
To keep my mind off of you
Anything.
To keep me busy so my mind doesn't wander

What are you doing
Are you happy
Do you miss me
How often do you think of us and what lies untouched between us
How much better is she than me
The truth

When my mind does wander,
I catch my breath,
In the kind of hiccupping way,
As if I had been crying all day...
Invisible tears

I told you so,
When I told you you'd lose interest in me,
as quickly as day turns to night,
I knew that you'd walk away,
before your shy feet even turned in my direction,
I told you you'd do it,
before you even did,
because really,
everything good that comes, eventually goes,
and even though I'd prefer if you stayed,
I never hold my hopes up too high,
since I knew you were like a beautiful sunset,
that sooner or later would fade to black