Tonight, and maybe again tomorrow,
i am going to pretend you're a memory
that somehow i could never touch or see you again
(and if i happen to, i'll overlay the sight with both a smile and a frown, maybe a grimace)
(turn quickly away and pretend that i can handle this)

I wonder if she knows how close i have become
to becoming just a memory
to never touching or seeing her again
(if she happens to, understand that I've nearly disappeared)
(laid a blade to my bare skin again a hundred times)
(if only in my mind)