Basstrap
ONE love, blood, life
- Joined
- Jul 6, 2000
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waking away
I feel a cold hand on my shoulder
'please stay', she says, through the tears
But time has judged us both. Our romance, once hot like autumnal bonfires, has faded.
disinterest.
pointless it is to exist through obligation
Back turned now.
The death sigh of a long engagement
recreating the memories
in my own image
there were good ones
ah yes! there were awkward ones!
When you become a fading memory yourself,
when your role is not unlike a new paul mcmartney album,
then, my friends, it's time to accept.
There's no worth to mind or body in remaining somewhere you no longer belong.
fuck this noise
happy holidays
happy new year
happy birthday
and if I don't see you again
happy christmas' 2005 through 2200
you should all be dead by then
nestled and forgotten
when blue fades to white
I feel a cold hand on my shoulder
'please stay', she says, through the tears
But time has judged us both. Our romance, once hot like autumnal bonfires, has faded.
disinterest.
pointless it is to exist through obligation
Back turned now.
The death sigh of a long engagement
recreating the memories
in my own image
there were good ones
ah yes! there were awkward ones!
When you become a fading memory yourself,
when your role is not unlike a new paul mcmartney album,
then, my friends, it's time to accept.
There's no worth to mind or body in remaining somewhere you no longer belong.
fuck this noise
happy holidays
happy new year
happy birthday
and if I don't see you again
happy christmas' 2005 through 2200
you should all be dead by then
nestled and forgotten
when blue fades to white