I'm staring at my bedroom window,
Watching the morning rays float through.
Debating the warmth of glass and stone,
Remembering days I waited just for you.
We've seen the dust and flames,
Dynamite fingers, staring wide,
I watch you burn, melt and mold.
Change that won't turn back with tide.
You took my hand once more and smiled,
We thought to change the frosted moon
With lips that met with too much to say,
Just wanting to feel love so smooth.
Your jealousy and my passion
With my gasoline insides, lit the skies,
All too soon ran out of air.
Brought upon us iron shoe-string ties.
With apathetic urgency,
Turned half the days to dark.
Started the rains, turned the tides,
I'm Noah with half an ark.
Suits of ignorance change with fashion,
And I feel I am lost between the art,
Gave our all to some carbon black,
Trying to neutralize my heart.
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