Burn, Baby, Burn

I had a dream that I burned your name in rubber in the middle of Burnside with my motorbike but it was all distorted and no one could read it so all the bystanders thought I was nuts. All I could smell was tire smoke and your hair in the morning and I went crazy in my head while waking crazy in my bed.

No matter how the time passes or how we hide the pain that’s happened, there will always be the mad beauty that held us together and that’s how I choose for us to be forever remembered.

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