Some Other Ballad (Pt. 1)

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Sometimes I see your face without the stain of memory if I just close my eyes.

Somewhere between the space of dream and real I still fell you standing next to me.

I climb the hill that we laid on and I think about the things I did wrong.

I let tall green grass wash over me and my aching memories.

And I wish there was more that I could do than just sing a song.

But what's done is done, and you're already gone.

Sometimes I still see that new, pink, baby skin on your stomach, arms and wrists.

I contemplate the razor that you used and wish my love could cut as deep.

You said “Affections are a vanity, so don't confuse your unfulfilled lust with grief.

And love is just a great big lie it's all just chemicals that roll around in your mind.”

And I know that you're right. Could we imagine that you're not?

'Cause in this empty world imagination 's all we got.

But until then...

I know you wrapped your heart with strangers' arms and filled it with empty chemicals.

But you helped find inside of me the piece of honesty that I so badly needed.

You've got me searchin' for a soul that I think I will find in time.

And if you could do that for me could you do the same for yourself?

And the more I talk the less you understand.

But listen to me:

Sometimes I see your face without the stain of memory if I just close my eyes.