Relaxing on my back
my chest blown open
everything I thaught was fixed
is shown to me as broken.

In a dark corner
a reunion Im hoping
trying to shut the very doors
I'd only just opened

was it a con?
was it a dream?
my image of you now less lucid.

Is this burnt out heart here in my chest
the only mark our four years left
four years
a life together

Sorounded by you, Im longing to lothe.
never could though cant blow my composure
Alright in the day but at night your all over
My dreams and my memories are all stained with you

The boy was left outside like the skeletons of a thousand winter trees.
Emotions like leaves now rotten and brown,
troden dirty to the ground,
by the everyday world wet and cold.