And when the end draws near
I am lost
We never prepare for this sort of thing
because we don't have the time
for time
when it comes to quickly.

Life is brief.
Souls are forever.
They don't get along well.

I see the moments I love flash before me in vintage photographs
Polaroids of past pains past pleasures
And I long to get a grip of myself
But the teared memories won't stop
and the time is slipping through
again