when i woek up this morning i felt i couldnt see through my eyes
i've ignored my photographic memory, till i cant see anything at all
my head feels empty and lightless, stuck in an empty distance space
if i try i can picture myself lay on the ink sky stain post red path
tears rolling back into my eyes, trying to soak the insignificance of me
compared to the stars, so i pick myself up and stroll to his house
hes standing at the door, and he doesnt get it yet he takes me in his arms
but i remember when you kissed my hair, it feels like im dissolved now
everything stinging my skin, the flashes of the movement of your hips
i'm choking on my words remember the declarations are in past tense now
we joked that id cry for contact when the distance was linked by time
but the proximity makes me cry, the music makes me cry, the tears hurt my eyes
i know its a waste of time but the bondage keeps me holding on