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Creases in my brain are not natural

Well, some are, but most aren't

Cause, most are from thinking of you

And wondering when, "I'll come back soon," will be

And, now I'm starring towards the distance, towards infinity

But, I'm not seeing anything other than a settling sun

And the dying of a dream



You're probably sitting in your room

With my memory erased from your mind

But, God, I hope I stole a piece of your heart

And, I hope I meet you once again

When you're out trying to find it



So many clever combinations

Thinking they'd bring you back to me

But, Hell, what are words other than verbal meaning

Unable to scratch the lense through which true love sees

And, now I'm starring towards the distance, towards my decision

But, my heart's still resisting the truth

And the magnitude of the situation



You're probably sitting in your room

With my memory erased from your mind

But, God, I hope I stole a piece of your heart

And, I hope I meet you once again

When you're out trying to find it