well, your vacancy has yet to be filled.

cruising past your old haunts again

I set myself up for the disapointment.

its the ritual.

the rite of passage.

I know it wont take me where i want to go

and I know theres nothing but shame to come of it.

feeling like a silly fool,

indulging the habbit of a life time.

I know you so well though.

this mirror youre holiding up

reflecting the signs youve moved on.

tell that to our souls.

I still lose mine everynight

I know your looking for yours.

it wont rest with her

and mine wont rest with him

madness beyond man

fighting the perfect right

but you failed me

and not once did I falter

I dont know why i go by your old haunts

but I do.

I guess its a rite of passage.

our soul factor.

the reason

I am never lost to you

and you never lost to me

because its not something you can factor into infinity.

you can pretend

hold that mirror up like i do

we still hear the heartbeats of our song

we still feel the world did us wrong

weve moved on one step further apart

only our souls much closer than our metered hearts.

the mirror has two faces

but only one game of pretend.

we move on yet,

still holding on till the end.