when fuel runs low, a fire dies

the heart starts to slow and the mind starts to wander

the words all fall and stand up as lies

past lives and futures I start to ponder

the best laid plans are only so strong

the work required takes its toll

that which is short while we wish for the long

moving through mist, the body with no soul

Do you remember what is was like to dream

when the deepest sleep came in an instant

with restless nights the days do seem

like false memories, though still I miss it

The mistakes were made, the life was lost

payments we shared despite the cost

I am stuck in a kaleidoscope of faces

a slave to nostalgia

Through the filter everything looks like it was perfect

serene

peachy

hundreds of separate dreams playing at once

The feeling of falling in love over and over again

How many drunken nights

how many drunker smiles

how many times did I drown

What does it mean to change when our desires remain the same?

I am worshipping the past like a god

the scenes play themselves out with artful direction

the players and set pieces designed too well to be true

to be quite honest, I must be lying to myself

lying in one hundred different beds

in one hundred different cities

and

I always seem to remember

how hard it is to forget