BackTrack

Returning to the scene of the crime cause her mentality is rising high and high with questions,

Curiosity like what if they woulda made it to something she'd admire?

Curiosity like when will she find something else that makes her feel as good as needled injections of fate calling her name,

Judgments of the day by day addictions screaming insane.

Insane- the loneliness dragging her by her last strand of hair, and asylum of people staring crossed eyed at the boot straps they're supposed to be picking up.

Giving up- being the new success of today

Giving up- easier to try harder that way

Living up to zero expectations, a pen so far from it's soul mate and no words written across the sheet,

They never met.

Backtrack- let's look behind us at something we use to be

Backtrack- the wings set to fire and burnt, it's history.

Beginnings could never be so faint

The fog covering up the sweet taint of a thick glazed glass they used to find easy to skate across,

Tumbled and broken, the thinner it gets

It's like walking on egg shells when she's giving you her best

A thousand miles embedded in a forest of sand without water

You've left her no choice, backtracking without stutter.

Backtrack- the footsteps of her sin recollected, adding to her collage of mistakes redirected

Backtrack- the mind and lips she learned to love are as distant as finding a guilty man with no evidence cause he used a damn glove.

The twisted end up being the sane in the light of a brain like yours drunk and in love.

Drunk- trip twist spit your own vomit

choking back the dreams a little more until they're gone and

Garbaging the inners of herself in attempts to sell off her soul

The burden of a heart hits hard and somehow breaks her fall

Heartbreak is now the savior of us all.