The sun was rising
In front of my eyes
As I drove up 95
Slapping my face to keep from swerving
I should have never left
On my way to learn a lesson
Was it for the best?
The wind was cold
But your hand it kept mine warm
A broken Polaroid
The calm before the storm
The way you bore a cave
In the mind I call my home
Like waterfalls deep underneath
That Tennessee limestone
I took your picture and kept it saved
A candid portrait of a memory you hate
We are built from our mistakеs
When every timе I cross your brain
Feels out of place
(Resentment for something I made known)
You hate the taste made by my name
When it’s placed at the edge of your tongue
When you see my face
Painted a view of truth
Tainted by hues of you
Stained with the rains of a wasted youth
I’m brain dead
I’ve accepted that somehow my screws came loose
(I should have never left)
When every time I cross your brain
Feels out of place
(Resentment for something I made known)
You hate the taste made by my name
When it’s placed at the edge of your tongue
When you see my face
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