well, your vacancy has yet to be filled.
cruising past your old haunts again
I set myself up for the disapointment.
its the ritual.
the rite of passage.
I know it wont take me where i want to go
and I know theres nothing but shame to come of it.
feeling like a silly fool,
indulging the habbit of a life time.
I know you so well though.
this mirror youre holiding up
reflecting the signs youve moved on.
tell that to our souls.
I still lose mine everynight
I know your looking for yours.
it wont rest with her
and mine wont rest with him
madness beyond man
fighting the perfect right
but you failed me
and not once did I falter
I dont know why i go by your old haunts
but I do.
I guess its a rite of passage.
our soul factor.
the reason
I am never lost to you
and you never lost to me
because its not something you can factor into infinity.
you can pretend
hold that mirror up like i do
we still hear the heartbeats of our song
we still feel the world did us wrong
weve moved on one step further apart
only our souls much closer than our metered hearts.
the mirror has two faces
but only one game of pretend.
we move on yet,
still holding on till the end.
she is in love, but hurt
she is in love, but hurt because he loves her... but they both hide behind the mirror... lovely ss