what's the cost when all words are lost?
what’s the point when nothing’s fun?
When everyone around you has begun
Life and you’re sitting there
Not sure where to begin

Red, golden flame sand dusted beauty,
Oil painted pastel tainted inferno bursting through me
It’s not a sight but an emotion portrayed vividly
Sage tickles a sense that is engraved into my soul

As I walk through the streets holding my heart in my hand
I drink the last sip and then toss away the can
My vision is blurry and my thoughts are blinded

I miss waking up to the strum of your guitar
Your tempo and rhythm more true than the beat of your heart
But your breath still smells like liquor from the night before