i told myself that you would come back around
towards my little town.
i told myself that you'd be there
when i needed the lightning.
even now the taste is bitter of folly and lore,
and i can't take it any more.
another wave crashed over you in a cold daze
and i know it pulled you further out to sea,
but i still love your melody.
hallucinating on a bleak "oh well"
        of lingering spells.

and i still love you're memory.