I look up slowly and see the red support beam lose its strong silver bolts. My lamp shakes moderately, to my right and the shade becomes askew. The weightlessness takes over my body and the bed slowly folds out from under me. I fall... To where I don't know. I cannot see.

I see the devil when you're gone
And
You left this god raging inside me.

I don't know who I should help.
But I don't care
I don't care.

I see the devil when you're gone.

My eyes are open, wide.
Everything is different.

The kids are playing games
And feelings are only physical.

She plays to win
And she does;
Then she moves on.

I'm going back in time.

I'm changing.

Can you force yourself to believe you are a version of your younger self? Can you think your way to 16? Can you relive every blade of grass, every damp spring breeze, every love and every hurt?
somewhere in there is a memory that is happier than the present. A moment you might not remember living. It is there and it is happy. So why not let it consume you? Make yourself feel better, somehow, in whatever way.

You left me with this phantom feeling
Like your father did to you
And every man you've ever dated
Loved someone who wasn't you.
You told me while we walked the streets
Of this small California town
Where I'm just a boy from the other side
And I'm always looking down.

I've been stuck in a cold cave
You pushed me out into the sun
And all I wear is black
I think you think I'm wrong
But the sky is blue
Like I remember.

Did the moon block out the sun?
Did it effect everyone?

Because you love someone
I'll give up this ghost

He plays his guitar
Yeah, better than me
But does he have the passion
That makes you weak at the knees
Or is it all in his wit
With his tongue in his cheek
Like Saying, "baby, it's just a hobby."