It burns a little,
And it never goes away.
There's a nagging feeling,
Maybe this is the end.

The beginning of a new chapter,
Beginning of a new book.
If it was fiction,
It wouldn't burn so much.

Going back in time,
Into blurry late nights.
Drunken fumblings,
And no success.

Inbetween the darkness,
I looked into the day.
The sun was shining,
While we lay in bed.

In your bed we lay.
I was awake,
Looking at the sunlight.
You slept through the day.

That's where it started,
Where something corrupted.
Drugs and free love,
Are best left to the movies.