I fed mikes piece.
To keep safe I keep a keepsake and I stash it in a briefcase
Attached with a brief case of nostalgia..
A picture perfect life to recall from,
A moment we could relate when all's done
Relive the small ones.. Rebuild or regift or refill
If your cup has spilled empty...
Jotting down my memories, I'm diving from the cliff notes
In hopes I hit the bottom before I become a sick joke,
This note holds to the rhythm of your heart parting grips with my fingertips..
A faint song lingers while it's ripping apart, instantly dark
To the touch that was typically hard, to resist (give it up)
That was this, this is love.. This is us (nothing much)
Fucking sucks, blowing dust from my lungs so that I can try to breathe again..
Easing in the air, I try to spare a part of "meaningless"..
The meaning is a meeting list..
to share a part in reading it and weeding out the needy is a cause for lost ingredients..
Bake me a fucking cake...