The sun was rising

In front of my eyes

As I drove up 95

Slapping my face to keep from swerving

I should have never left

On my way to learn a lesson

Was it for the best?

The wind was cold

But your hand it kept mine warm

A broken Polaroid

The calm before the storm

The way you bore a cave

In the mind I call my home

Like waterfalls deep underneath

That Tennessee limestone

I took your picture and kept it saved

A candid portrait of a memory you hate

We are built from our mistakеs

When every timе I cross your brain

Feels out of place

(Resentment for something I made known)

You hate the taste made by my name

When it’s placed at the edge of your tongue

When you see my face

Painted a view of truth

Tainted by hues of you

Stained with the rains of a wasted youth

I’m brain dead

I’ve accepted that somehow my screws came loose

(I should have never left)

When every time I cross your brain

Feels out of place

(Resentment for something I made known)

You hate the taste made by my name

When it’s placed at the edge of your tongue

When you see my face