Im sure these feelings
Are hot as flames
But I've felt them so many times
I know them like my name
Like the back of my hand
Like the words to a song
Like frequently traveled land
They barely even feel wrong
But I know that I shouldn't
Feel this way
Many things have happened
Since yesterday
But its just so hard
To put these memories on the shelf
Its as if they keep falling off
All by themselves
Or maybe you're an earthquake
That makes them fall
Like hundreds of paintings
Off the wall