Sun is shining
Music's playing
Children are having fun
In the smell of early autumn
Bitter taste of local bar coffee
Brings all the sweet memories to her
Puts a shy smile on her face
Time seems to stop
Such a perfect day
I'm dead

All these fragments of life,
My own piece fits no puzzle;
All these fragments of life,
My dreams the angels muzzle.

All these fragments of life,
I am fading now into shadow;
All these fragments of life,
And nothing more is hallow.

All these fragments of life,
No more thought, no opinion;
All these fragments of life,
Only moving toward oblivion.

All these fragments of life,
No more sound, only silence;
All these fragments of life,
No more sight or other sense.

All these fragments of life,
My shard of the cross fell;
All these fragments of life,
Along the nether sea I sail.

All these fragments of life,
Mine, none belong to me;
All these fragments of life,
Mine belonging not to any;
All these fragments of life,
Now I am a faded memory.

I'm thinking about us,
Oh what a friendship..
But I'm not the only one..
Who seems to treasure it

We took the pictures from the wall,
And we became them..
A series of movie moments brought to life..
And 'Photograph''s my favourite

So have you fallen in love yet?
Have you fallen in love yet?
Have you fallen in love yet,
with the idea of us?
Cause I'm falling in love,
And sorry if it's a bit too much,
And dont worry if you don't love me enough,
But I'm falling in love..

And i remember being off my head
On my 17th,
Crying 'I'm in my black dress
With no one to impress!'
'Wondering if you'd choose me,
Over your cigarette
And wondering if i deserved more
Than your ignorance
See i was breaking down,
Tryna get to you..
'About to climb up that roof,
But not jump of it til i told you the truth..

That for some reason, i think i love you..
... And I'd love you sober, too..
Though its been a while and I'm not sure im over you or what im 'supposed to do..

But all i can really say is..

I'm thinking about us..
Oh what a migraine.. (Haha)
Cause you took the letters that my heart poured out,
.. And made them spell out my name

But all of these poems and letters,
Were actually for,
you.

Seagulls on the beach
along them chanting, I exist.
A mountain overlap on slaying deranged.

Mind-blown,
portrait of yore.
Sweet Belfast;
Antique,
unique,
ambiguous,
get obscene, now!

Today's full of nostalgia and yawns.