Well, we walked and we talked and,
You said we were better off alone.
But these words will mean nothing,
When I'm sitting on my own.

A memory of a memory,
Echos threw the darkness
Of his head.

And as the pain will come back,
He'll replace you with drugs instead.

The doctor visits broke me
And the hospital stayed in my head,
But they said sorry son there is no cure for a broken heart
Or messed up head.

So he sits and he waits dreaming of
Memories from a life he never had.
He never had.

Well the shouting and the fighting
Drew us far apart.
But you will always be special,
Like a sunrise for my heart.

Coz he wrote this on a bus,
While he was dreaming of you.
Coz all the flowers have died,
But the memories still remain.

The petals turned to knives
As they cut through his happiness

And destroyed his self-esteem,
Leaving scars where he went.


So he sits and he waits dreaming of
Memories from a life he never had.
He never had.

Well now he sits in a puddle
Of whiskey, tears, and drinks
To forget the one he loved
The one that he loved.

He spends his time,
Writing love songs for no one else to hear,
But these words will dig deep and then disappear.
Oh, disappear.

Well we drank too much
And had a laugh.
But the **** are gone and the bottles are dry
The sun came up and laughs turned into tears
Ripping through my mirage or happiness
And showing how I feel.

  Well now I sit and I wait for a bus,
  Because it's off to work I go, with a
  drunk mind and a painful heart.
  But the memories of that night
  remain.

Sometimes you just miss her, don’t you?
not the way you normally miss someone,
No.

But in the way that the sky misses the sun,
when she leaves for the night.
when all light is gone,
and all that’s left is darkness once again.

She fell into your arms, didn’t she?
like water down the drain,
she washed away the mess and left greatness,
clear as day.

So, you held on to her, didn’t you?
like a father does a son,
but conflict rose, and thorns grew,
stealing away the petals,
as they fell to the ground.

You couldn’t hold onto her, could you?
not in the way a blacksmith can’t hold a flame,
but in the way the stars can’t hold onto the night,
coz someday, she will come back again.

With teer soaked pillow cases
And broken glass painting the room

Washed clean with liqour
And covered over with ash

A beautiful sadness now speckled our minds,
When petals fall and flowers die
Rivers still run and the sun still sets,

But the stars look down and with sadness In their eyes,
For the sunset will never be the same, without the moon by their side

The fire burnt out and the ash floated away.
creating patterns around our fingers we couldn't ignore
it was there when we would stare into each other's eyes for hours on end.

There.

That's how I'll remember you.

well who knows, maybe if we had hugged a little longer,
and loved a little stronger,
moved a little slower,
and argued a little less.
perhaps then we would have each other.
perhaps in another life,
where we get what we want and we both are fully grown.
but perhaps we polluted a thousand memories with our words when we should have stayed silent.
but plants grow, and people change,
so perhaps we just grew apart, and our intertwined lives became too separate.
because you should never force love, no matter how much you want it.
sometimes,
you've got to let it go away.

A disgusting group of goopy mess
A cluster of bandits in town to stay
A rain storm to cloud the sky,
The weathers never been nice, and the forcast looks bad.
Because the mind monsters are back
And they're here to stay.