It's not the first time I've been wrong. But it's never been this painful for so long. I was slow to figure out what I wanted. Didn't know I had it then.
When will I begin to forget the way you used to smile. And make the world make sense. Laying in your arms used to be the. Place where I felt heaven holding on to me.
Falling snowflakes, melting in the sun. Dead end sweepstakes, heaven's growing numb. Weekend sandman, stealing innocence. Conscious dreaming, last line of defense.