Oh, many place you back in the back ground.
As if you have no importance to the cause.
You stood your ground and started a revolution.

When all you probably was seeking a simple resolution.
To a solution.
And long before Martin Luther King stand, there was you.
Standing up for justice and truth.
You was the spark plug for civil rights.

One woman stood firm to protest and fight.
No injustice is ever right.
Miss Rosa Park, we owe you.
Even if you have no day named after you.

sometimes i feel as though
my mind was set
to self destruct,
and i just cant seem
to find the switch
to make it stop.
maybe that's because
it's buried beneath
the very thoughts
that set it off.

Maybe, you occupy my mind too much.
Maybe, it's something you suspect.
When I lost off into space.
Don't for a moment think I'm going crazy.
I'm just thinking of you.

Maybe, it's true, what others might say?
That you have this spell over me that makes me weak.
Maybe, it's so.
I just know, I'm only thinking of you.

In my sleep.
I'm dreaming of you.
Even when I'm awake.
I'm just thinking of you.

Then again.
Who wouldn't?
Unless they never comprehend the beauty of you.

"I'm yours now. You can do whatever you want to me."
I didn't even know what to say,
I never did,
I was still shocked you could want anything to do with me

You said you had hopes for us,
But what hope was there?
We had no direction, no plans,
We just plodded forward hoping this foundation we built could brave the trials of winter

I've read that soulmates can come together and apart just as easily,
A tragic scenario to be certain,
And if that's the case,
What is a soulmate but a reminder that love is eternal agony?

I do still love you,
Love is,
It's become like breathing,
Autonomic

I can't even remember life before this,
What it was like to be absentminded,
The loveliness of ignorance,
Oh how I would gorge on its sweetbreads

But this is simply life now,
I live in flashbacks and moments,
I love ghosts and candied words,
And I drink the liquor of empty hopes