Devoted to Past Memories - by Erik Smith
Too
many beautiful women
That thing called love holds me back
I do it happily anyway
Sometimes sampling here and there
Never straying anywhere
The
purity of her company
Sexual undertones
Nothing she does is short of perfect
Everything she says proves that she cares
Somehow she manages to always be there
I cannot compare
Tempted
by demons of extreme physical pleasure
Flaunting everything possibly exciting
Offering everything I want
Everything meaning less than nothing
For they are not in my heart
Nowhere near my dreams and desires
She
wants the dark hair, blue eyes
Desires a cowboy to take her away
Doesn't see what I do to myself
Can't pull myself away, heart dies
Toss and turn all night, loud cries
Pray
in vain please create love
Violent laughter pours down from above
Smashing the remainder of hope down inside
Fucked it and smashed it and pushed it aside
No access no lover no soul mate no other
There's nothing to do left cold and stuck outside
Looking through the window as they walk down the aisle
Crying and watching in dizzy denial
That man looks in her eyes overcome with pride
Puts the ring on her finger and makes her his bride
She
sends me letters
Finally happy now
Her life now matters
Never thought it could be this good
Never wants it to end
Can't get any better
I'm laying in bed for the third year straight
Reading her mail while filled with self hate
Blaming myself for losing her back then
Thinking of sending myself to the pearly gates
Never wish to remember again
