And then it comes to me like an epiphany. . It's over. It's over. . Verse. Second night in a row. You didn't come home. I'm watching my phone. Waiting for it to ring. . Sitting on the
so clear before me. Every path we've ever taken can't admit we were mistaken. In this night of my devising, never live and never dying. Each escape I've never taken, never dream and never waken
still somewhat in love. All these backfires of my experiments with drugs. I experience the touch of myepiphany in color form. The difference between love and war inform me I'm above the norm. But