Page one your empty album filled up with kodak dreams
I know you're there i'm waiting,
Pictures torn at the seams.
(we had no way of knowing we were actors we had no way of crossing all these borders)
Running backwards.
Caught in the rush of everything i feel this polaroid slowly coming clear.
When everything came down you died without a sound and left me here.
Neutral with indecision these dreams won't let me sleep. you're cynical mind's your prison these lies and theories bleed.
Running backwards.
I've got pictures on my wall and every night you watch me fall with this bottle in my hand.
These dreams are more than i can stand.
This cannot be my home i swear to god.