You and I,
Can we go back to July
and rewrite the stories of our lives?
Burn all the chapters,
because there’s no more meaning in those lies.
All the way from chapter one,
Watching all the ashes as they dry,
Dance around the bonfire while it’s done.
There’s no more past,
Just a wicked thought,
Laid long ago to rest.
This new book will last a century,
and a lifetime at its’ best.