Sometimes I wish I could wipe away my memories of you.Like writings on a chalkboard. Leaving nothing behind but fine white dust and faded broken outlines.But I know that even if my mind could somehow be erased... I'd still remember every part of your face.
I wanted you to uncover those memories, like weeds in a flower bed. I was hoping you'd find the good ones... But I'm afraid you found the bad ones instead.
Patchouli, sandalwood, musk and cigarette smoke. Seemingly simple scents... That transport me right back into my memories with you.
These pagesI write aremore than whatyou see... Because I am a keeper of my dreams, and a hoarder of my memories.
Tonight I'mmissing you...and everything weused to do.And maybesomewhere inside you...you're missing mejust a little bit too.
Sometimes memories run through my mind at night like images on a movie reel... And I wish I could hit pause to relive these moments just one more time... But like a winding collage they just spin...
Sometimes...a song can take me back to where it all began.But...then there'sthat song thatmakes me fallwhere I stand.
When youleft me behind,You forgotto take one thing...All of our fucking memories.
Some nightsall I can dois lay heretrying to obliteratethe taste ofyou and your memoriesfrom my mind.
My memoryfeels mixed up,seeing my picturesafter the liquor.My facelooked so happy,but on the insideI was much sicker.