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

Here I part the sea, and depart the realm

Here I wake, and find my helm

The first dance, the last night

The sheets are red, the blankets are blue