If I'm still to hurt to paint, am I still to hurt to breathe,
Abandon my last hope, pack everything and leave?
Can I close off all the pathways that find you in my mind,
Throw away our memories that always pass the time?
Admit my defeat, in something i never thought a game,
Ease away your memory, scribble out your name.
Can I stop searching every face, forget that you were real?
Convince my heart to stop, convince it not to feel?
Because I know its time to lose you, lose hope that you'll return.
Time to pile up our pictures, light and match and watch us burn.
Time to bury us in sand castles that wash out with the tide,
Ride those w