This is the moment.

[trippin_in_hell]

Constant realizations of mistakes,
Eventually enough to make you hate everything,
You left your mark,
Made your impression,
Now everything that you did is like the dirty between her nails.
The days now done and we can all go home.

Stop making excuses,
There is no other way to do this,
Making life useless,
Finally lost what it is to be me.

This the moment that I know,
There is nothing more that I am certain of.
Your skin is almost angelic in the light,
but there is nothing I want more then your laugh
to ring in my ears and warm my eyes.

Maybe my matchbook romance meant nothing to you,
but my broken heart is still work.
They spell out my constant reality.
Piece by piece they fall.

Between the beginning and the end,
and the sides of this box,
Make up the footprints left behind,
and our intertwined breath in the air.