You know they say it often,
These are moments left in grace,
But my life has been but torture,
And now i'll leave without a trace.

Laying once more in your driveway,
Midnight starry sky and eyes,
These things mean nothing to me anymore,
We were lost in broken ties.

The words you spoke were lyrical,
Lyrical lies from you to me,
Quoted down and turned around,
Into some fucked up symphony.

But i really do hate music,
Of that kinda - that makes me scream,
They say nightmares are but fictional,
But this is the realest of my dreams.

You know they say it too much,
'To be loved you must love them too',
Well i tried so hard and fell apart,
I guess i never thought it through.

Lies, goodbyes and alibi's,
Spoken word or spoken death,
From me to you, i'll see you soon,
So i can get back my heart, you kept.