I touched me in myself through the mouth of God last summer

You were there sometimes and not at the important ones.

They came and went for the good time, the rainbows, the rain. I made a film, I released you from my memories

Is there a back drop now?

Is there a back drop now?

or another place to hide in front of the camera

from myself

see myself see myself this time i'm not alone

this time i'm more alone than ever before

Sanding down the walls,

Spackling up the holes. concentrate on the wrong things, so that you can see, how much I love you by yourself.