Am I what you write about at night?
Your pen and paper know well about me
In fact, we know each other
Is it obvious? It's transparent to a liquid point
I thought we loved each other
Was I wrong or was I sensible?
But tonight you're falling in love
Left in right now
But that's when I fall in your arms
Left and then right
Deception makes the heart grow fonder
Now I can go on for hours in that journal of mine
You've become dangerously close to my pen
But the paper soaks as the words slowly fade
Maybe my photographic memory will fade away
Along with every imaginable photo burned
