song one

the color that your eyes changed
with the color of your hair

by carissa's wierd [sic]
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seal this
envelope with
a heart that's true
beaten black
beaten blue
beaten all over again
don't leave out a single thing
send it off with wings
the anecdote to ease
the pain that you feel
every time that you smile at the mirror.

i won't need any more memories for the next fifty years i could still write you love songs and
i won't need any more photographs to remember the color of the clothes you wore that night.

hopefully this won't sound as bad
as i am sure that it is
all results will be lifeless and lead to an excuse
to never try again
to never try at all
staring up at the ground
'cause oh how we tried
and oh how you lied
but how could that be true?

i won't need any more memories for the next fifty years i could still write you love songs and
i won't need any more photographs to remember the color that your eyes changed with the color of your hair.

my heart is gone
my heart is gray