the paint covers up the words i painted onto my soul, the smell is the same and if i listen carefully i can hear the sigh.
the window cracked open and the old ashes were lifted from their resting place.
maybe we all need to find a new resting place.
you being to wonder if it will always be the same, did time just freeze? how many times can your finger trace the edge of a coffee cup before they say the things you don't want to hear
the walls here are crying and its dripping into the wood
the static crept in over the phone and stole the voice away and its one more drink, one more breath, one more lie and one last time
that night in the car it was really quiet and the snow fell in big clumps as if hiding my mistakes, it seemed for awhile that we were moving backwards, into something we used to be, somewhere we used to be.....someone we used to be.....