MissingNo.

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 remains of a wasted youth

I'm brain dead

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