To late for sorry, to soon to try again. Enough to make you want to forget a face, but to much love to for it to ever end. Put all the space in this place between us untill wer'e at opposites. Let the pain out, wallow in, and follow it. Some things are unredeemable, i know, yet their is always hope. So i wait with a hand full of sand, and a bucket of water, walking in circles.