Relics of the Past

Broken records and a bottle on the floor Lying in a pile of blankets Picked up at the local dollar store Static on the television Rain sneaking through an open window Another cool October night One more chance to feel alive In those days we thought the music would save us I remember wishing to elevate us What could have been turned into a memory Corrupted, conflagrated No more nights just me and my brothers Influenced by the voices of others Like the whispers of a fucking snake Destroyed it all and sealed our fate No more friendship No more love No more laughter I truly miss these things most of all Never forgotten Nothing to prove United by fate