Nights like these, is when it hits the most.
The usual aches intensified by your memories ghost.
Debilitating sensation, progressing mental migration, toward neurotic fears.
Last night my face was flooded below tears
Static is all that I hear.
I’ve surpassed my livable years.
Everything’s been yanked releasing memories infested within.
Keep fighting, keep striking, keep going, till everything’s a blur.
Because my love for you still burns.
So to explain in layman terms.
It fucking hurts.