One likes to believe in the freedom of music



Cause you were heat lightning. You were a storm that never rolled in. You were the northern lights in a southern town, a caustic, fleeting thing. I'll bury your memory in the garden and watch it bloom with the flowers in spring. I'll keep,you with me.



I wanted to keep you, but feel it's likely you don't share my resolve. I guess it doesn't make a difference whether we can stand each other or not. You can call it a courtesy that I tried to keep you here for this long. I guess it doesn't fucking matter if we ever see each other or not.