Sweeter Than The Scars

Dreams are about the future
Songs are about the past
Sometimes it take a suture
To make a feeling last
To make a feeling last
'Til tears are subsumed
Like toys in trash bags
In a box of honeymoon
Ring found wrapped in rags
A ring found wrapped in rags
No longer will I hold you
A story lost in time
Folded in mold and mildew
Tied in dry rotted twine
Some day we’ll fly
Things found seem to tickle
The memory of the heart
Surprisingly a salty trickle
Ripples out from a spark
It ripples out from a spark
But I painted all my rooms
And I thank my lucky stars
Sometimes I swear I smell your perfume
And it’s sweeter the scars
It’s sweeter the scars
No longer will I hold you
A story lost in time
Folded in mold and mildew
Tied in dry rotted twine
Some day we’ll fly
Some day we’ll fly