A Reprise
You pulled me from that dreadful house and bed, giving me no choice but to make new friends and I said, 'no, i would not go', to what would be the point? I'd meet a few new faces, talk about how much time chases- away the feeling of how something that felt so real had deteriorated and although the little yellow pill, still- from time to time it will find its way to help me sleep but nothing compares to the one you helped me find- i lost track of time now I can dream without the painful swallow of the heart that wallows stuck within the middle of my heaving throat And I know he's not mine, it's borrowed time, for he will no doubt find someone better later on so just hold it out, stay true and strong, ignore the pretty little skinny red flags- in the pixilated camera pictures however, when its your heart that drags, across the clear, my mind can only occupy itself with the fear the fear of repetition, I'm always on this mission to find someone whose completely open and honest.
