looking up to me, lost out on love this time
the blue glow, from eyes or hair
down here, the humidity hangs high
tired souls and burnt out lights
turned on the tv, but nothing's on this time of night
Limits pressed, and somewhere out there
you're slipping from my grip, how can this be
your eyes a permanent memory embedded
I hope you remember, I hope you never forget
never fade away
I'm
just a memory now, falling back to sleep
rain beating against the windows of the greyhound bus
I know you're out there
your touch a distant clutch on my heart
falling out of reach
falling back to me
out of touch with the world
I fall back to sleep
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