Wishing Well

Pushing away The thoughts that we have Feeling opaque With violent remorse Something turns inside of you Memories are forced to escape During that which could have been The most important times you've ever seen, before And then we fold, into What we were told, will do Pushing away, the thought that we're sad Feeling okay, with violent remorse Sitting by this wishing well The thoughts that I've put in now all escape Wondering that which could have been If only I had acted on these things, before A story cold, and blue Hits close to home, for you And then we fold, into What we've been told, will do