Too many memories,
Everything,
Everything,
It all reminds me of you,
I avoid it as best as I can,
But it all circles above my head,
Vultures,
Ready to strike,
Hungry.
Can't escape,
I've developed a phobia of the sky,
And now I'm terrified for my life,
I am never alone anymore,
Old bad memories,
Ever present,
I make new good ones,
But the past isn't leaving me,
I can't forget what I've already seen,
I lived an unholy life,
Even more unholy w you,
There was just too much input.
I always am searching for something new,
Some unusual muse,
A way to make my life complete,
Variety,
My love,
But unfortunately that tendency tends to break my heart,
I am both the victim and the criminal in the crime that it is my life,
Those vultures are mine,
You have done no wrong.
This is the life I chose,
I knew the consequences before I ever began,
This was a possibility I prepared for,
These memories are the price I pay,
I do,
I accept my punishment,
I am deserving,
If this input requires,
I will over load,
For you,
For me,
For this lifestyle,
I choose the fall.
