i opened my eyes
and he was there
not him
not my present
but ross
from a past that i've tried to bury
but it has dug itself out
it has pushed through cement walls
trying to let itself breath
it has clawed away the lid of it's coffin
i tried to kill it but do pasts ever die?
how many lives do they have?
i'd get cemetery dirt on my hands a million times if i have to
what will it take to erase it all?
i may never clear my name
let me rot in my cell
don't drag me back to that place
time-it comes back when it wants to
and when it does
it's not up to any good
i will kick and push and scream
kick and push and scream
and i will fall at its feet and plead
save my present i beg
he loves me
every rose petal i've torn has told me so
my heart is to be ignored
save my present please
