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2003-07-05 @ 12:49 a.m. I'm making a film of this photograph in time Well rehearsed storylines satiated by gifted actors And a record playing in the corner Spinning to the rapid pace of change Creating melodies that lull us all to sleep And though i dream that this world will never end I know my romance will soon breathe its last breath For the allusion of armageddon sews itself onto our expressions And my angels say they cannot stay The breezes of circumstance are to scatter us Just like the ashen autumn leaves I knew happiness had an expiration date How is it that fate has such bad timing And malicious ways of taking away the one thing that i want- To love and to be loved So once "cut" is called and the curtain closes I'll take my film and watch it a hundred times Hit rewind and remember the one time that i was fine I'll breathe memories in With the scent you've left on my clothes (fabric softener never smelled so sad) Be brave to face the new days alone Build monuments of copper in majestic fountains And get lost in the wishing That we'll be together again. Rewind. Play. Repeat. .Past. Entries.
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