Broken Hearts, No Names

Home is where the heart is
Been gone more days this year than
I have been home
I remember my heart being
here and then there
Where I tasted his smell
Looked in his chest
And exhilarated his interests
Dear wear me as a locket
around your throat
I weigh you down but I dont mean
for you to choke
My jealousy in contrast to stone
turning your face so blue
The vines of goodbye
forever tango on our wall of memories
Loving to hate as loving to love
Like preserving our youth
in high school love
High on cocaine & calamity Erin
feels her face melt away
Dying to learn that life long lesson
of love
Blistering the surface of my bottled soul
Mais notre amour n'en saurer moins durer
The pictures yell beauty
and frustration cries the rest
All while lying there exhilarating
tasting the way you smell
And living through
your interests