in memorium

[jakemac]

somewhere between us
we cry on the cold brick of the mausoleum
and we prolong the affect
of the uppers and life
until are memories return
and we're fading away
what if we're tired
of letting ourselves down
and knowing
we're the same men tomorrow
it took all i have to be here
next to whats left of a blood line
i don't know of any lines
i've left to use
she's growing tired of me
leave this broken day
reclaim the possessions of our youth
but betray the memories