Such a misfortune on your behalf,
trading lovers on a night like that.
If we could manipulate the time
would you take it right back?
Memories and mishaps
what should we make more of?
Insomnia in its prime
is what's eating at the core of
my soul.
A contentious invasion,
some might call it the perfect persuasion.
Dismantle my mind;
salvage what's left for another occasion.