Take a strangers stare, make it disappear,
replace it with her features, more creatures to fear,
no matter what she decides to wear, she makes it best,
no matter what i do the memories refuse to ever rest,
still a beat in my chest with words in my mind,
each time i need a break i think of some rhyme,
with the memory of you, it supplies the beat,
then supplies my smile, then produces defeat,
it'd be so nice and neat to just fall back into line,
like i seemed able to do every other time,
been months upon countless months and still,
the dreams i have wake me up to my will,
if it still feels like something, whatever,
get over the heartbreaker and it'll get better,
and if it never does, whatever,
time changes all, just look at the weather.