I thought I had another gear to kick in to
Running besides this blurry view
As this thing I once knew
As love
Is beating
Me at my own game
The pictures did not fade
They were hastily erased
Each one sounding like a badly woven lie
Farthest from the truth
Blanketing you
I run against the blurry view
As this thing I once knew
As love
Is beating
Me at my own game
As pictures leave a thousand words at its wake
Some vivid moments are not allowed to fade,
Celebrate in a frame
Or turn gray