Is it insane
Is my scent still stained
Upon your pillow
As you lay her down upon it
Her face so soft
Just like mine
When you kiss her
Do the memories flow throughout your head
Of the way I once tasted
Does she make your
Heart race, crash & burn-like I did on the sand.
Is it insane
As my scent on your pillow is replaced
By something that will never be.
