Looks like we're headed down a steep decline
The peak of the hill holds memories of wild happy days
It's good to remember them, somehow
Even though our paths no longer entwine.
Words can't repair a disconnect so deep
When you don't hear me at all
As we drive past the greenery
All I can do is fall asleep.
You made my fire burn brighter just a few winters back
Cold ashes remain, the same colour as snow
The chill in the air embraces my numbness
While life pirouettes gracefully off track.
The ebb and flow of music in the car
Leaves me with a wry smile as I drift in and out of a daze
The road stretches ahead long and lonely
The end obscured and too far.
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