Memento

Rain..
the rain before the pain
while gliding on a plane
these memories surfaced

Sound…
the storm before the sound
the fight was all around
and the memories came home

I’m addicted to my past
so I locked the door
all this time I was wrong

and then we smiled
so fake we were
but it doesn't matter to me
so what, let this go

And then we sighed
in our oblivion
I’ll come to terms with myself
tonight and all the time