Left? That's not right.

Things are looking up, she said, as she was going down.
Honey crusted lips and auburn hair, just like in my sweetest dreams.
But what with the god damned inscents?
Maybe there really can be smoke without fire.

All of a sudden you all want to save me.
You've all been there.
You all know how I feel.
You all can help me forget.

I guess nothing makes forgetting old mistakes easier than making new ones.


- P -