the box

somewhere in between dream and memory there is a picture of someone i miss but yet have not met
de ja vu
x 2
matter cannot be created nor destroyed
so i am employed
to insist that i've been here before
before the war
before the soars and blemishes of the late nineties and then there on
y2k brought shame for eternal search for tender touch
i don't believe in ghosts but i see them constantly
i feel eyes upon me
someone else in the room
after all the doom and gloom and ugly tattoos
there is still me and you
days we never knew
days we spent so happily we never got the chance to enjoy
fienman you bastard
all i needed was 2 seconds more
the cats are dead they are always dead!
look at me again
i'm still here
i've been here before
i'm way past existing,listening, and singing
songs of yesterday will be tomorrows praise