Every...time.

I dream about your house.

That house over on 14th...

It haunts me.

You haunt it.

It's never what it seems...

Why I am always running?

Every...time.

Trying to escape.

What have I done?

What am I becoming?

What must I give?

What did you take?

And every time I see that place,

It takes me back to different days.

Days that will never be the same.

Days when I could see your face.

When I dream those dreams of that house you bought,

I can't seem to find the doors

I can't fill the seams...

And even when I make it out, nothing looks the same...

The neighborhood is foreign now,

like nothing in my brain...

The houses all look just like yours.

That old red roof.

White walls.

White doors.

Your shadow chases me.

It ever implores...

I gave what I could,

and nothing more.