Can’t let go of the yesteryear
Of what was once so clear—tattooed
Memories midnight stamps and
Daily envelopes of thoughts for you—
Beach with you,
New view,
Innocence up for payment,
Sold it for the price of rent-
Slavery for the cavity called now,
Called with you, called looked at by those
That never knew—the earth is now, the
Earth is covered with you—fireworks were
Up to you, but the flame stayed the same—
Flushed it down that grace message,
Orange town had its mark upon me,
Late night memories or midnight regrets—
Days on end wanting it all to end—the world
And us forever, but the beach was a bust,
Those clothes too tight, your money problems
In my face—I am a dreamer and so is this state—
But a breach came in between you and the beach—
Stole innocence, let it slip away, this was the start of
The journey—to erase what feels forgotten, feels
Indelible and selectable memories for the rest of
The future—who’s in this and what is this life all
About