I regret the day I got rid of the mirrors...
now all that's left is the smoke...
and the picture couldn't be any clearer.
Oh beautiful, beautiful self...
Where have you run off to this time?
Every now and again it seems
that I must remind you where home is.
I'm not built for "When in Rome"
or how long it took to build it;
Seven days only makes me weak.
It's hard to speak for myself without
you in front of me as a reminder;
the rest of the world is plenty dark,
but yet continues to be a blinder.
And I discovered your importance
the first time I lost you,
now I'm pretty sure I don't need a memory jog.
But me not needing a reminder does not equate
to me not wanting to see you, look you in the face.
See, I'm lost without you...
".Now backwards is Everything
,thru shine to start lies true
World the to connect my are You"
I was saying the same thing...
Everything is backwards now.
True lies start to shine thru,
You are my connect...to me.
I don't know about myself
things haven't been the same since you've gone
Food doesn't seem to quite have that same taste...
and my ears refuse to listen to the same songs.
We're far too much alike, you and me are
and we've been around each other forever...
through it all, we've made it this far
So...let's start back our mornings together,
you as the first face I see and vice versa...
so I can finally look you in the eye again,
and find the part of me that I had lost.