Lost souls, we met
in a familiar place...

Your love was intoxicating,
kept me running back to you...

I remember when nostalgia crawled up to me at...
and the ice-cold memories wafted into my body...

The lights were dimmed and
there was a melancholic presence...

I turned around,
unaware at the time...

One September morning
I awakened from a dream...

Laying beside you on a cold evening
while my head rests on your chest...

Homer's telling her
What's between the south and north...

Anger
brewing inside...

I wake up... with a headache,
unaware of the main cause...

Measuring life with my fingers
I count my memories with you...

I've always heard of the term "daddy's...
but I never identified with it...