Parallel
Days we've passed still keep us from looking behind
Through an hour glass counting down on eternity's calendar
We faced each other for a moment, but time shattered
And you sifted through my palms along with the sand
You read through my diaries like mad men
Uncovering keys, but always hiding behind locks
You were just a fool chasing another ass's tail
Tricked out of conscience and too lost for action
We were never one and the same
Traveling on two different paths.
Still I can't help wondering
Why your memories are my nostalgia
But I've learned that it's always easier
To swallow the memoirs of paths never shared.
Yet always harder to forget dire thoughts that always prove true.