This is a going phase
Things happen to change
Every day
But remember that diminutive period of time
When the words spoken to each other
Were like language for mimes
I grew more and more speechless
To a greater extent
My words were meaningless like nickels and dimes
Eventually they will add up
But there never is enough time
To define things like lionize
So I threw them out
I couldn’t think of things to say to you
Other than I am sorry
And that I wanted you
Back
Back to me
Back like it used to be
But see
History has yet to repeat itself
And it is getting harder to control myself
Every day that I go without you
…This is an issue
This is an ongoing phase
Things happen to change
Things don’t happen TO change
They happen for change
It’s strange
I can make an invisible box
But I can’t make it talk
You hold the key
It’s locked
History pt. Two
