Still so far from that island, I thought I dreamed it

I’ve been saved by the light that depraves me

In the aftermath, there was only this

In the moment, it was bliss

The mortal feelings of an immortal being

Wear me like a necklace, close to the heart

Put me on your wrist, so I can still feel the pulse

Shadows of red, black, and blue

I sit alone at a table I built for two

The concessions to my former confessions. I lay in wait.

I poured my heart out, guitar outside your window. But outside your window is where you left me.

Hope rises with the sun, I hope you’ll be the one

Do you think we’re still a constellation in the sky?

My last candle, burning wick til sunrise

I feel you slipping from my fingers. Don’t let me go.

I can see the flames from purgatory

How long until the music we made turns to ashes on old footprints?

I plague myself still, stillness is a plague

Foe in fair plays, the end of my conquering ways, for a Goliath has been slain

Nostalgia is a honey wine, but regret, the hangover that follows

I tried to rewrite a story that had already been sold in ink

I absolve to resolve that which I’ll never solve