I collect dreams in jars like butterflies
Remembering your tears
The years of social suicide
were mosly solitude
I cut as often as I bleed
and hate myself for not remembering
The colour of your eyes
 

Your footsteps stretch across the sands
Towards promises we never could keep
And if there were waves on the beach that night
I doubt they even heard
You speak of wanting a baby
And that you'd never leave
 

I awoke to smoke and destiny
a drunkard without eyes
All the ruins well hidden
All of the truths changed to lies
I stumbled around like an immigrant
Searching for a home
Failing at the language
That I never had been shown

Forever lasts forever
If only in the mind
And time is an assassin
Who never held a child

Today I drink my coffee
And I smoke a cigarette
Measuring the distance
Between what I have chosen to remember
And what I've chosen to forget