She came in a dream
She'd be the answer to all of my problems
She loves him, and I need her
It illuminates the way people phase out in the same fashion
As they always have
We'll use you when we need you
Like that old mini-van left running, aiming south
The past catches up with the present
And I'll watch both walk off into the night
Crisp flakes covering the ground in their wake
It's almost as if a scarlet letter has been etched in my flesh
Five and a half years to rot
Five and a half years to realize this place is dead
Five and a half years, worthless
The skies remain held in dismal grey hues
Providing visual homage to the squeezing pressure within my skull
Everything works together this time
Working at sending a message
You will lose
I'll take this mysterious presence as a sign of hope
Amongst the crumbling walls of security
I'll take your hand
We'll forget this place
We'll never turn back