Confessions - Scars on 45

I remember

Fading stories

Of days when we fought to the death

And someone laughed

I remember

In all its glory

Times when we kissed

And the nights would almost pass

I can picture fluorescent street lights

That reflect in your eyes

And they shine like shattered shades of glass

No one knows what we’re

Doing here we have

Ambitious thoughts in our youth

But now we’re

Fading grey with nothing

New to say and I’m still

Holding on to the pictures of you

And the confessions of my youth

I remember

Four-day weekends

Sleeping away

As we laid in each other’s arms

I remember

The deadbeat best friends

Who said that I changed

And were lost to another’s shameless choice

No one knows what we’re

Doing here we have

Ambitious thoughts in our youth

But now we’re

Fading grey with nothing

New to say and I’m still

Holding on to the pictures of you

And the confessions of my youth

The confessions of my youth

I remember

The late-night drive home

Stolen for time

Getting high to our favorite tunes

And I remember

The broken payphones

That stole away my only way

Of speaking to you

No one knows what we’re

Doing here we have

Ambitious thoughts in our youth

But now we’re

Fading grey with nothing

New to say and I’m still

Holding on to the pictures of you

And the confessions of my youth

The confessions of my youth

The confessions of my youth

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