[./port of call]
in between the streetlights my eyes weave following themselves back and forth again like old friends just for the sake of old friendship i hope you didn’t go to all this trouble for my sake street lights are screaming they're screaming at me these street lights are telling me something i should believe street lights are screaming their screaming at me street lights are telling me something that i don’t wanna believe wallpaper smile fade and you become a ghost only i’m the only one scared and maybe its not fear at all just a coincidence of emotion cause it seems like the right time has really done a number on us so what’s left of us now? just memories and fisticuffs awkward silence reminiscing wasted nights do what you must do just don’t do it with me cause i left this game long ago where does this leave us now? no map for this terrain only scratch n' sniff games i put you away in an unmarked box in the attic cause all you are to me now is old stories nothing more, nothing more