Poisoned Memories

Flippin' through the pages of a broken photograph. Dust on every memory can't outrun

the past. Your shadow in the corner, where the light won't reach.

Sweet whispers turn to static, lessons that you teach. We were young

and reckless, painted gold and black. Now I'm pickin' up the pieces

of a world cracked. Every scar's a story written deep beneath my skin.

Dancin' with the ghosts of where we might've been. These memories taste like poison,

wrapped in sugar lies. Beautiful disasters hidin' right behind my eyes.

I'm drownin' in the moments that I can't forget. I look at the memories,