It's funny isn't it?
How hard old habits seem to die.
Like the taste of beer that lies on your lips.
Or the laugh that's caught in my throat.

Tell me where to go now
That the essence of you
Is just a distant memory
Like the smell of fresh flowers
*In the dead of winter

I think I'll miss you.

Possibly more in the morning.

The nights with be rough,
Like the seas during storms.

But the mornings with be tragic,
Like all the lives lost in the titanic.

"I love you" she once said
But now they are just fading memories of you two laughing: in the couch or in the bed

"Forever" was another promise she could never keep
Now you can just sit down,remember and weep

"My love for you will never go away"
Too bad she decided not to stay

I think the point I'm trying to make is that you can write,sing or rhyme
But maybe,just maybe nothing lasts for all the time

His name melted
in my mouth
every time the words
left my lips
and my tongue
and my teeth
and my heart

I want to sip from the same cigarette
I want you to unzip my dress
We're suicidal but we're set
Lets get room and just forget.