I'm not myself tonight.
I've been up thinking, and now I'm drunk on imagination.
All the things we could have done,
and all the things that you said.

The looks you gave, they were made of false hope.

Don't look at me with those eyes.
It's an addiction I've been trying to kick.
Eyes never tell the truth,
just a happy pieces of fiction.

A fragmented story, that cuts like broken glass.
A lie, concealed as an attempt to save face.

Look me not in the face, and tell me not with your eyes.
Look me in the heart, and tell me what you have to say.
Speak.

words caught in your throat, slowly choke you.
No one is there to help you spit them out,
that time is long passed.

The ghosts of friendships past,
the hand of time slaps you in the face.

A memory is the time machine to a better place
a place where we were happy
a place where we were
us.