when we make love, its a fourth of July display in my cranium.

She's explosive in my life, I cant replace her.

Im the loser of my friends...
all my friends have love in there life, and im a waste of space.

She leveled me, tore my world apart and flushed it right in front of me.

If I could show you that the one thing that tore us apart is the one thing I wont touch again, a miracle would happen.

I need a woman who will understand I won't stop loving you, this hologram, a fragment of a memory of you.

I think this is it for me, sitting around waiting for this "band" to get back together, while you picked happiness.

Lying is my nature of business. Im working on a new career.