questions last for answers past
like songs ringing in an empty hall
lyrics lost, the tune trapped in the back of your head
like the name of a long lost friend
left hanging on the tip of your tongue
meeting like a spark in an alley of gasoline
burning Hot, Fast
burning Lean
time won’t wait for logic, will we scar or will we heal?
what is this if it isnt’t real?
your dream wakes you up with technicolor memories
I’m back; you remember my touch on your skin
but in the morning its gone
it’s gone.
and only he can call your name.
a mind’s a terrible thing to taste
tear your soul open, leave it to waste
denial makes for a two faced friend
and in the dark it draws you in
the warmth of pain is sickening
meeting like a spark in an alley of gasoline
burning Hot, Fast
burning Lean
time wouldn’t wait for longing, we've got scars that will not heal?
what was this if it wasn’t real?
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