somehow up until now i still haven’t found a way to erase you from my life

your remnants are still haunting me at every stop sign

your face is the one that illuminates under the fluorescent red light in the big city of lights; once you missed and one i miss

how do you linger under my eyes and behind my steps?

why does your shadow pretends like it’s still proud of me?

where do you stand in my bridge of life?

your force is strong enough to keep me keep everything up

a part of me avoids the embarrassment and laughs we’ll have when you came back and i’ll put everything up

and a part of me lack the void you used to fill

now half of you is buried down for the sake of sacredness

i remember the second there was hope, that i’d be your calliope

we both find ourselves as the warmth given by the streak of sunlight

you told me my beauty was archaic, lost the in ruins of the palmyra

everything else was swept under the rug to reveal our mosaic of love

where only you and i ever truly understand

because people never took the time to settle and stand

how am i supposed to run when the whole world is yours?

what would’ve happened if marie and pierre never truly tried?

and what would’ve happened if new mexico wasn’t a state?

somehow you’ll still find your way back to my name