The concessions to my former confessions. I lay in wait.

I poured my heart out, guitar outside your window. But outside your window is where you left me.

Hope rises with the sun, I hope you’ll be the one

Do you think we’re still a constellation in the sky?

My last candle, burning wick til sunrise

I feel you slipping from my fingers. Don’t let me go.

I can see the flames from purgatory

How long until the music we made turns to ashes on old footprints?

I plague myself still, stillness is a plague

Foe in fair plays, the end of my conquering ways, for a Goliath has been slain

Nostalgia is a honey wine, but regret, the hangover that follows

I tried to rewrite a story that had already been sold in ink

I absolve to resolve that which I’ll never solve

Here I part the sea, and depart the realm

Here I wake, and find my helm

The first dance, the last night

The sheets are red, the blankets are blue 

Find me in selfishness

Truth bites and dreams lie, you can’t live there forever

The heat of the fire burns like the heart of a star. I’ll see you there.