Aftermath

The worlds not ending but the epicenter's shifted,

All that I've ever know,

I've now lost my grips with,

The way I used to tingle when I'd see your face,

Has now turned to a numbness,

Like I've overdone anesthetic,

You were the only bit of hope I had ever held on too,

And now that hopes diminished like

A boat on the Bermuda Triangle.

I don't know how I'll feel when I next see your face,

But if I can ask you to do anything,

Pretended this part of our story never existed.

Don't forget the way that you held on to my face,

But forget about the aftermath and then nothing's really changed.