the torment of your eyes will forever beg your forgivness
sifting through weathered photo albums (Really doesn't make a difference, this is the way it is...) looking for gloriously aged Polaroid’s (Would it really make a difference, Would I hang on the beach in perfect black then hide? I broke through this hallow shell that once held me so tight I couldn't breathe) of places you have never been. A place to accept that you don’t really exist. "Smile for the camera sweet heart, I really want to immortalize this moment" but just remember the first step in forgetting is destroying all the evidence. With friends like you who needs subtext? SUB ...TEXT ...SUB ...TEXT
THIS IS A 44. CALIBER LOVE LETTER STRAIGHT FROM MY HEART.
with a gun take your shot, there is little hope for us. That reason for seperation, straight from my heart. Christened by your bullet, I'm losing patience. Well I guess its my oun fault.
DON'T REMEMBER DON'T REMEMBER DON'T REMEMBER