Something about you makes me weak in the knees
You must be working for the queen of thieves

Something about you doesn't seem right
But I'll grab the apple and take the first bite....

Whisper me sweet nothings of time melting away these regrets
Or how time itself melted away all these months and years apart
Assure me that the years have dulled these memories, diluted their potency
Lie to me and tell me these memories have faded or that time heals all

Time, the biggest liar of all,
Taking memories and simply aging them in oak barrels to be sampled like a fine whiskey with a cigar or a side of regret

Time doesn't heal a **** thing,
It makes tragedy tolerable,
Like soldiers desensitized to the smell of death and rot

Time can't heal a story whose happy ending can never be written as intended,
It can only lend itself so that the story may be rewritten.

Took this shot.
Hit this bowl.
Weren't such a tease.
Lived a little.
Stopped caring about what other girls think of you.
****** me.
Were a stoner.
Embraced your "ratchet-ness".
Stopped acting so emotional.
Stopped over-reacting.
Stopped Being Who You Are.

You might not have said that last one out-loud...
But you might as well have.