scenes from a better life. they haunt me in memories of 
cities and moviesand family and holidays. but i find 
myself riding in cars. drowning in stories and hanging on 
words that they said and mistakes that i tried to forget. 
it hits me. it hurts me. if memory serves, i'll serve my 
time. happily say to me it's worth forgetting. and 
getting on. but honestly say to me it's more than i 
should be feeling. knowing how i feel. you know me. it 
hurts me. it haunts me. if memory serves i'll serve my 
time. if i tried to set sail in newfound love. then my 
morals and your mistakes set their own course. if the 
drugs say so and you follow then you're dead to me. 
what's there to stop me from ending this drive home right 
here?