Jul. 23, 2007,11:08
We lose touch
Always for a moment
Skips in heartbeats
When mine are not yours
I set flame to my tomorrows
They burn like wildfire
And its been a dry season
But I simply cannot imagine
Any sort of life without you
From the bottom of my belly
I feel a viral revulsion
I am sorry for who I am
I am sorry for who I am not
But we are one in the same
Finding the rhythm of One