Six forty two

Burn...
A deep burn that's not new.
I must have missed this last wave though,
cuz feelings just ain't feeling right.
Empty just can't say it, the right and left lacks buck assignment.
No shortage of doubt though, in case the doubters want for truth.
It's not the red pressed past these lips, rather forfeit of the soul

A bottle of red... another bottle of red... another bottle of red

I could tell you about me. I could tell you all about me but I'd lie. I'd say that I have it together. I'd smear my overconfident smile in your face and make you feel safe. But you're not. Hearken though and be amused.

I have seen another side.

But I haven't abandoned you yet. No, I haven't left for that other place although I'm not sure I'm still here. I wander now utterly aware of your blissful ignorance. I am alone. The catalyst of second glances and feigned interest.

Would you die for a shot at these memories... I did.