Past lives, grave sites
we mourn and long for closure

emblazoned till time stops
in wake of former
mishaps and eye drops
textbook status quo

headlights to a wide-eyed deer
so foolish yet also enticing
petrified by the fear
but the bright lights shine
toward the afterlife

I did some searching (deep in my soul)
pacing back and forth entombed (a never-ending loop)
ultimately there is no fuckin point (none at all)

emblazoned till time stops
in wake of former
mishaps and eye drops
textbook status quo

barred with the faces of what pops up to haunt us
all of our memories reset with the click of a button
trudging through the bog of our deepest darkest fears

I did some searching (cavern of sorrow)
pacing back and forth entombed (I can't let go)
ultimately there is no fuckin point (of which I know)

emblazoned till time stops
in wake of former
mishaps and eye drops
textbook status quo

to break away from hell
an emotional tide
if i dwell
on passing sights
pale should I become
in light of self