When three miles of hell on earth
Seperated me from you,
When the pyre spread and multiplied,
The last day before my hope died?
When I lost all knowledge that I was the one,
But wasn't of wit enough to turn or run.
Do you remember the last year too?
The past nine months of hell on earth,
You should know I still do.
You showed just how alone we are
And said you couldn't be my star.
It was fine, I got by and swore
That I would find better, maybe more.
Do you remember last night too?
Did hell freeze over, under earth,
Or is it the same way to lose?
Whether it be a blue or bright red genie,
I still feel like somebody owes me.
That dime, that kiss, or that bottle of Beam.
Still, my last wish is not to dream.
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