It burns a little,
And it never goes away.
There's a nagging feeling,
Maybe this is the end.
The beginning of a new chapter,
Beginning of a new book.
If it was fiction,
It wouldn't burn so much.
Going back in time,
Into blurry late nights.
Drunken fumblings,
And no success.
Inbetween the darkness,
I looked into the day.
The sun was shining,
While we lay in bed.
In your bed we lay.
I was awake,
Looking at the sunlight.
You slept through the day.
That's where it started,
Where something corrupted.
Drugs and free love,
Are best left to the movies.
May 5, 2011
May 5, 2011 at 4:29 PM UTC
It burns a little,
And it never goes away.
There's a nagging feeling,
Maybe this is the end.
The beginning of a new chapter,
Beginning of a new book.
If it was fiction,
It wouldn't burn so much.
Going back in time,
Into blurry late nights.
Drunken fumblings,
And no success.
Inbetween the darkness,
I looked into the day.
The sun was shining,
While we lay in bed.
In your bed we lay.
I was awake,
Looking at the sunlight.
You slept through the day.
That's where it started,
Where something corrupted.
Drugs and free love,
Are best left to the movies.
