Half past midnight
with memories best left behind
yes, no, goodbye
you're drifting in and out of my life
we were walking through a night
of glowing orange burning lights
you could not make up your mind
it wasn't wrong, nor was it right
the glow, it never left your eyes
the glow, it never left you
those muted greens
sounds that echo through the trees
old epiphanies
that haunt your dreams, disturbing sleep
records spinning backwards
demons conjured out of the groove
bored souls up for the taking
so lethargic, they barely move
and like ghosts
our voices float
adrift and lost
it was never really true