Never thought I'd listen to Kodaline,
as I walk down the Memory Lane

Oh, Clementine
For when I was with you I've always been sane
You said you'd be at nine
But since you were no longer mine,
I spent all night with you in my mind
And glasses of champagne on my hand

Oh, Clementine
It's hard for me even to draw a line
Letting you go costs insanity I can't define
With countless loss of dopamine
But I guess if you're fine
I'd do my best not to intervene

Oh, Clementine
February 14th you're no longer my Valentine
Driving through the sreets I ran out of gasoline
But the time is due and I've come to the deadline
While sighing 'I'm done'
I know it's time for me to be gone

A voice from the past in a dream,
a voice not heard for years.
Some “hi” and generally pleasantness,
followed by:
a tale of a German professor,
how his experiment went awry.
All in clear concise German.
I'd almost forgotten that voice,
with syllables of neat acuity.
Giving comfort without a comforting word.
My minds way of  me giving a kind of esteem,  
I cannot really give myself.
As words of another, in a fragment of a dream.

I bumped into you the other day
I still think I truly love you
I thought the pain had gone away
But I guess for my heart that's not true

I have been with other guys since we've been apart
But none of them seem to be like you
We wanted the same things but then our river started to part
And sometimes a river stays sliced in two

Do you remember the tears left on my face?
Do you remember all the broken promises we made?
I try to hide it well behind this facade, certain I left no trace
But I guess everything has an end, even a masquerade

I don't know why I started to cry over you, is it maybe moving to Paris?
Or maybe I just have so much yet to discover about who you are
Maybe you're the brightest star, possibly my Polaris
All I know is now you are just a memoir

These mixed feelings seem to get the best of me
But I know apart is when we are best
You were a challenge that astonished me
I've overcome the urge to pass the test

To love is not the same as to be in love
That's a lesson we have all learned over time
I guess it's safe to say none of us were "in love" but more like for a moment we were each other's behove
At least we didn't leave it on a note people could find begrime

Bad moments are
weighing down the scales.
Tears are slowly leaking
out of these eyes.
I don't cry.

Today
I missed my morning coffee.
I wasn't prepared to be woken up so early.

I miss being so rich
that I didn't have to think.
I miss being right beside you
Instead of miles away.
Even after a year
I haven't gotten used to the feeling.
When everything
still makes me think of you
I don't know what to do.
This city might be pretty
But there's no place like the beach.
You might say you'd rather be here
But I think you'd feel
worse than I do.
To leave behind
everything you always knew.
To live a life of loneliness,
nostalgia and breathtaking landscapes.
The scales won't balance for you.
Words can walk the distance;
Walking takes its time.
Time is always against us
But we try to walk these miles.
We tried to leave this behind
But our minds refuse to disconnect.
I tried to write about something new-
It only works when I'm inspired.
I come across as happily confused
But inside this shell I'm slowly dying.
I try to forget
how wonderful it felt
to have once been
so alive.

every time i closed my eyes i saw myself running.
running through the trees, down the street, chasing.
who knows what i'm chasing.
Running down a dirt road laughing
as the lightening bugs light up the forest around me
its like breathing for the very first time.
its freeing.
i'm free.
i'm back home where i'm suppose to be.
but the midwest isn't home to much.
cornfields, forests, and dirt roads.
home is where the heart is
and my home is whenever i close my eyes
and i'm running and happy
i'm where i used to be.