Free Throw
Missing No.
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 mistakes
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
Painted a view of truth
Tainted by hues of you
Stained with the rains of a wasted youth
I'm brain dead
Well, 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
From Paroles Mania