The Summer Of Cicaida

one glance back and I'm back through the door clawing at the bed sheets
my body melts through the mattress as my mind starts to wander
I need you to tell me how we lost something so great
there's no waiting this out
your love is more than criminal
I'll die here without you

there's too much that dies down here

caring's so over rated
you cut the ribbons and I'm lost in the breeze
I've hit the floor but our names are still etched on the ceiling
how impossible we now seem