It would be simpler for me,
if you would pretend you couldn’t listen.
See I’ve lost track of these things
of where the X once marked the spot.
Simply put,
it wasn’t as grand as I’d imagined.
I remember things as they once were,
but that never really brings them back.
Former glories are lost in the communication.
Lost somewhere between our goals
and our ambitions.
I could lie, you see,
so that you’d be happy
and you’d never know what happened.
What we’ve done to ourselves
and what’s been done to everything else.
So don’t cry, my little angel.
See, I can make things better again.
Throw out the photographs,
it’s like a blurry dream.
Once awakened, never seen again.
