a few have come and gone and came back again, yet you stayed behind
seemingly pressed against my fingers
the touch that led to emotions as i ride the raft among this ocean
out of mind, out of focus and now frozen in all the unspoken
we could co-exist, i thought
the demons in my head, i fought
but i swat and swing back and forth and play in my mind constantly
all those times i sat in bed, phone beside with no end in sight
pill after pill, thinking back, rolling back
the past is bound to me, i said
i lay upon this grave, awake and willingly slave myself
my hope is the wave within the day and all those words i finally said
i idle in the distance where my existence begins to fade
the eleventh was the day, back in september of thirteen
how we spoke and i was happy, the only time i knew sanity
my ambition and his lies, could never really tell the difference sometimes
we moved in a wide range of elegance while words were spoken in such clarity
you were everything, a blessing in disguise and even if you were a bad guy, you were worth it every time
and i know the plane that holds the sad boy might lose its way
but the back of my mind says someday he might truly find his way
i sit back, relax and drink my whiskey
realize time is moving rather fast because i constantly live in the past
it’s time to enjoy and open my eyes
september will always remember, but i can’t do this forever