As I sit, I sometimes feel,
scattered emotions I know are real,
I pick them out one by one,
day by day, moon over sun,
the one emotion which comes first,
is deeping sorrow which craves my thirst,
the next emotion is strong and built,
it's my neverending string of guilt,
So, as I sit, I pray up above,
for the ones I hurt, for the ones I love...

Remember the first girl you ever kissed?
The time in the dark when you completely missed,
holding her waist, our eyes closed so tight,
when all of the sudden upon came the light,
you looked over quickly and what did you see?
Her mom, her dad, you trying to flee,
looking back now you know it was funny,
because after all this time she still is your honey...