untitled like a cure song

writing on the old com
puter it's actually your
com
puter you
gave it a
way but we
could've stayed there for
ever in that
place where we were there was
mice in the
base
ment there was music and
bourbon there
was so much of
beauty there
was a quick burst of
energy flame
in
to forevers of
wholedarkness star constell
ations of
matterless beyond but
in the end there is all
this is not lost there is
all this in the end there is
love or
else
nothing