Relapse.
Two years.
Why was this here?
For where I am now.
All the words in their place.
A reminder of what I can never forget.
No longer needed, as I bare the name on my arm.
Play the role to your part, Grab on to my sleeve, the one that grabs.
At your.
Ankle.
Debate to understand, that we all have a flaw.
God grant you one wish, to turn back the time. Correct and create.
Now I'll live a life without it. With all the words you say.
This gift for you engraved,
Who taught these tricks that make...

If the world stops turning...
If there was nothing I could do to stop it, why'd I try.

Would it really matter.
In the guidance of the words I write.
Is somebody thinking of me.

Did I bother telling you this?
With the words that cross teeth and jump lips.
A poor choice of words, in wanting to tell you anything.
Would it really matter.
Smiles staged in photographs.

Carving her name, across your arm.
With every wish, it's hit or miss. Her.
I told you so.
I measure distance in time.
And I woke.
To the sounds.
Of her crying.

Your dreams are dead, they passed in their sleep.