ribbons & detours

i can't believe it

you of all things

it's been a while; memories deem some kind of anthem

lingering

images settle internally

ribbons and detours meant nothing to me

swaying our sentiments

pulling our strings

tempting me softly

but killing our dream

you said it's over but maybe. it's the same old thing

i can't believe it

you of all things

coming in homage

devious needs

intimate outlies

weakening

tranquilize slowly

inside of me

ribbons and detours meant nothing to me

swaying our sentiments

pulling our strings

tempting me softly

but killing our dream

you said it's over but maybe. it's the same old thing

i gave the softest parts

trumped by the darkest parts

whispered the tender parts

made of idealistic scenes

ribbons and detours meant nothing to me

swaying our sentiments

pulling our strings

tempting me softly

but killing our dream

you said it's over but maybe. it's the same old thing

it's the same old thing

it's the same old thing

it's the same old thing