Fidelity

The track is playing over
Must be the 20th time in this car
It reminds me of a time I dreamt of the dark
Fueled by the lingering bitterness for the ungrateful bastards I tried to love
Now I'm telling my own lies...

Pressing faster and moving swiftly
Flying low in almost insane, unstable melancholy
I gave my all, the fools don't understand
How twisted they've made my still open hand

Slight delusion makes me open to the pulse
So I start to dream again
I grab a pen and search for the words
To tell you both how lucky you were

Fidelity,
Catch me on an arobic swing
Always you hung there for me
Taking back the imagery
To hell with them; you may have me.

- Desiree` Magee