(0306) lost and found pt. 2

colors blend to a new distraction. a cigarette in the echo of time, we were like kids.
neon smoke and a lazy sunday. you see your reflection in the mirror of where you've been.
blurry photographs show the details. the best lies are always caught inside of the lens,
and pulling random words into a sentence was always the easiest way that i could live.

dictation writes out a different story - the ending of which we can never see.
now paranoia tends to run in the family, and it's come naturally ever since i learned how to bleed.
the future's written on a rotting sidewalk, and our memories are left fading in between the cracks.
i thought i saw you once in a movie, but then i realized i was living in the past.

music becomes a third person perspective in which the feelings mimic my own.
pretty melodies in lyrical daydreams - we get sucked into the air as we're headed home.
water filter needs to be changed soon, and this printer seems to be running out of ink.
there were times i couldn't swim any further and had to let go of the past when it needed to sink.

faster and slower than i've ever been moving, but it's best to pretend that there's nothing there.
water dripping from a leaky faucet is never the water that you want to use if you care.
collapsing walls are falling all around us... memory erased by a beautiful disease.
i found a page from a different notebook, and it seems like something good to read.

the only way out alive is by stealing what was rightfully mine to begin with.
another fire will die. connecting dots until the truth comes out with a purpose.
the only way out alive is to convince myself to move instead of being lifeless.