the image of you the thought burns right through a flaw in an otherwise perfect crime it s funny how the things i care about are damaged but the unimportant things are fine 14 herbert street two thousand and ten i was eighteen i couldn t keep my fucking story straight i pushed you all away but the street lights on mayne they still flicker even though we re never there to see i always wanted to call but i had nothing to say and you seemed better off since you moved away i can t say i don t miss the company of such a better example of me i know i had you all concerned but i ve changed now i m better and i got just what i deserved persistence respect is a process torn between another bullshit apology or blaming everything i said on a broken self esteem dodge the burden evade the blame or suck it up and just come clean it ll never be the same again and all i have to thank is me is there anything i can say to bring back the old days i know i had you all concerned but i ve changed now i m better and i got just what i deserved persistence respect is a process i ve been obsessing over bridges burned though it s over it lingers so tell the others when it works for you i miss you and life s a little longer now