Fictional altercations and elapsed arguments
created to stain the memory of you, in order to...

Broken wax crayons
crumbling into dust...

He's sitting at the front
I sit behind him...

The blackest of moons,
still shines shadows on the night...

I can feel the distance between us
It feels like so much more...

Retreating into silence
A world thats all my own...

I dreamt that
we were china dolls...

Listen to the wind
whipping through the wild wood...

Over the years I have drifted
in and out...

How is life suppose to end,
filled always with dread...

Everyday talk of the future
The future of everyone but me...

Remember all of those songs,
the ones we listened to a million times...