another extreme

             

                               

 

i took one out
and fought with the idea of giving in
there's the problem of
perfection
and there is always something

when i hear an accent
or need someone to listen
i'm right in her arms                                                                                                                                                                        
or jumping off
buildings

    we are still
    just a memory
    living with and without her
    from one extreme to another

just
another extreme

i got away
but not fast enough, she's burning up
in my eyes it's all i can see
to think that this was just  nothing

        getting back to my story
        the words aren't the same
        the colors have changed
        the colors have changed

patriotism