I just hope the water runs hot enough This morning to fog this honest mirror. The ignorance in the haze begs more experience than worth the while. Burning the home I built for us. Every passion is slumped into thickets of ruin. Embellished by reflections of future Failures as long as I know it's coming. My satisfaction is subdued to your shortcomings. I'd leave you forever if I could. You are the treasure I found and buried again. Baffled and bruised, Discerning your photograph now to naive illusions. The ones of who I wanted you to be. Of who I wanted you to be. I'd leave you forever if I could. You are the treasure I found and buried again. Baffled and bruised, Discerning your photograph now to naive illusions. Illusions of who I wanted you to be. Of who I wanted you to be. Of who I wanted you to be. Of who I wanted you to be.