I imagine myself alone with my thoughts about near all of the time. The melody on repeat that lingers throughout my ever racing mind. Sometimes I ask it, Oh Mrs Magic, Can you heal something lost? Something my heart dropped in a world from long long ago. Only if you're Willing And Able, I wouldn't ask too much of you Just that if you find those Earrings from ages ago that you let me know Been looking for those for a while yet, Could never find the time I guess. Yet this isn't about some jewelry piece I've been longing for, sadly. All my pages are ripped up, Badly. Lord knows you won't Hear from me. I ain't a saint, I am no christian, My faith is love like a Bad religion. Highlight reel of my mistakes, Yet It's someones favorite color again. Thinking of lovers past future and present till the drinks set in. My mistakes promise it'll all be over one day maybe soon. But until old age takes my ever bothered heart. I'll just be looping the rooms.














