Archive No.2: Three Steps Back - The Imitations of Art

 

I've made the old stones near our fireplace my home

And as I stare down at the last eight years I'm inconsolable

I weep into the flames that fanned my overly emotional

Vows to return before you would ever know I was gone

Dawn breaks through the cracks of light in my roof 

I park the car going overdrive right next to the phone booth

I see your amber hair in my cobaltic stare through the looking glass

Imitations of art and a faulty start led us down this path

Every time I'm confronted with the reality of this

I have to take three steps back to a time when happiness was forgiven

Now do I move on or remain wounded and ruined

And forever be spiteful and scared of my own optimism

I picture myself covered in moon dust and your name written on my wrist 

Forever breathless and exhausted from framing your intentions to be a gift

We grew up alone and clung onto every bit of belonging shown 

Painted blue over the red flags and dyed our grays black 

Every time I'm confronted with the reality of this

I have to take three steps back to a time when happiness was forgiven

Now do I move on or remain wounded and ruined

And forever be spiteful and scared of my own optimism

My recklessness pushed every button in sight 

Your insatiability started tugging on invisible pride 

We grew too attached to each other at such a young age

And so we never grew up and started losing faith

The quickest way to ruin someone's life is too watch their innocence die 

As you take them so close to the cliff just to say goodbye 

We all jump into pools of tumultuous whims as long as we're not empty handed

But when one lets go it's enough to call it all off and just head home

Every time I'm confronted with the reality of this

I have to take three steps back to a time when happiness was forgiven

Now do I move on or remain wounded and ruined

And forever be spiteful and scared of my own optimism.

-auctor