who do you belong to? surely not yourself - the one you think i belong to the ink to the addictive white space i live beneath never mind the exertion of things reduce yourself to the grass and **** you've been high for so long look down and see you’ve lost yourself in your journey gone too long and evermore prolonged this is my reality i am your memory.
Let's dance the next dance like it's the last dance, like we know that it's our last chance to dance and when the band begin to slow hold me like smoke, there is a flame inside my soul burning the dancefloor, let's dance before it goes...
thank you God, for this most amazing of night, at ease, fall's cool breeze, my mind at once to behold, still I feel, it's fumes inside me, and I reek, of the fragrance desolation.