I've memorized, analyzed what has yet to be

Lost in the fabric of the arms that I can't see

A simple fold that I've told myself to erase

I wish it was not the only hope that I could chase

Engraved in future cravings

A glimpse of idealizing

So tell me why

The gentle folds of yours caress my soul 'til morning

I have expectations set that I need you for healing

The mist I've sown is now the breeze of your existence

Was it all my fault

That it's all for naught?

The fear is such that I'd much rather forget

Faking a smile that I've performed without an end

This gentle touch that I'd much rather omit

Assuming that I could give as much as I pretend

Engraved in memories fading

Tired of reminiscing

November's grasp is reaching