scenes from a better life. they haunt me in memories of cities and movies
and family and holidays. but i find myself riding in cars. drowning in
stories and hanging on words that they said and mistakes that i tried to
forget. it hits me. it hurts me. if memory serves, i'll serve my time.
happily say to me it's worth forgetting. and getting on. but honestly say to
me it's more than i should be feeling. knowing how i feel. you know me. it
hurts me. it haunts me. if memory serves i'll serve my time. if i tried to
set sail in newfound love. then my morals and your mistakes set their own
course. if the drugs say so and you follow then you're dead to me. what's
there to stop me from ending this drive home right here?
