If Dreams Are Like Movies, Then Memories Are Like Ghosts - Camilla Rhodes

Don’t let this lack of air break your train of thought

Think back to those three little words you loved to say so much

The lullaby of your still beating heart

Parade me through your consciousness

Fall to your knees, no «thank you"'s necessary

It’s just a little something from the bottom of my broken heart

Another pair of lips and eyes

Your just like all my friends and lovers leaving me behind

Your crimson lips