memory

A weapon is misleading when it's the words from the mouth you love

And feelings are fleeting they come and go like the summer does

But is that the truth if there's this hole that stays after June

And isn't it funny how we never know if we're bulletproof

Take it anyway

Take it all when you go

And break off the chains when it's all said and done

But wait for me under the treehouse by the creek

I'll be there with a bouquet of tiger lilies wrapped in a string

Don't you worry I'll always visit you late at night in your dreams