curbdrop out of grace

so pope killing is back on after a few day hiatus. game on.

i wrote this song to tell you,
that i still think of you,
every time i play my guitar.

the rhythmic beat on the strings,
and the melody it brings,
takes my memory back where we are.

full of possibility,
no reason not to believe,
no reason to ever doubt.

but we were so naive,
we could not have foreseen,
just how things would all turn out.

sometimes i still remember,
that i'm still in love with you,
sometimes i still remember,
that i'm still in love with you.


it hurts to have the haunting,
of forever wanting,
to cradle hands around the stars.

maybe took some foolish turns,
but now no chance to learn,
as no reset for where we are.

and so the sun is setting,
but i am not forgetting,
all the little moments we've spent.

my mind struggling to bury,
under scars your memory,
this is my mind's last defense.

sometimes i still remember,
that i'm still in love with you,
sometimes i still remember,
that i'm still in love with you.

posted by fillshe @ 7:30 PM