RECOVERY LOG 157

FRAGMENT 8212

I just can't get away from it
All of my friends say
I should move on and forget about it
Maybe someday I will
Maybe someday I will

But right now
It's the first thing on my mind
Last thing I think about before I go to sleep at night
I can smell the sweet honeysuckle on the vine
When I think about it
I get weak in the knees

In my mind
There's a corridor with doors that lead to nowhere
You're standing in the middle
With your soft brown hair
And that same crooked smile

You said you were a ghost before you were born
Born into the arms of a world so torn
I said
"You must be one of the lucky ones"
Born with a key in your hand

But right now
It's the first thing on my mind
Last thing I think about before I go to sleep at night
I can smell the sweet honeysuckle on the vine
When I think about it
I get weak in the knees

In my mind
There's a corridor with doors that lead to nowhere
You're standing in the middle
With your soft brown hair
And that same crooked smile