The unexplainable saw an opportunity and ran with it, using yourself and I
Did you think I’d burn to the touch
It is the imperfections you see, that can bring about a good memory
smiles and glimmering, teeth
from laughing, belly aching
I’m breaking can’t have you
I’m faking not wanting you
now my heart is aching
seeing then what I don’t see now
Heart aches for me, somehow
I know I’ll see your smile
It meant, means too much in very little miles
I’m breathing down your neck like a heathen…lord help me if I’m breathing
I’m going to need some guidance with this one…some reason for this years season…
…persistence of memory…
