Perfectly Flawed, Soul is Lost

Walking down the street. it's early morning hours the only sound is pavement bouncing off my feet. Since I've met you I truly understand defeat. The liars necklace I made a mold of you for me. it sickens me the toxins sit and multiply by three. it's 11:03 on this Friday night, deliver me from your memories as I slide away unseen. A magician seer, love notes in a box. This September chill develops an unease.