Some moments of destructive bliss,

a smoking guns seductive kiss -

well am I not the stupid one

reaching out for what is gone.

For something blurry from before -

For something distant, something more.

The future rock around the past

and I am stuck within the blast

and I am stuck within the dark -

the hungry dogs they bark and bark -

and I am stuck within a speed

still feeding good old well-known needs.

And I am stuck. It's keeping me

somewhere I do not need to be.

I tried so hard to let it go 

but being me, I told you so.

Well, am I not the stupid one?

Now I see it; Now it's gone.