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The sun was rising In front of my eyes As I drove up 95 Slapping my face to keep from swerving I should have never left On my way to learn a lesson Was it for the best The wind was cold, but your hand it kept mine warm A broken Polaroid, the calm before the storm The way you bore a cave in the mind I call my home Like waterfalls deep underneath that Tennessee limestone I took your picture and kept it saved A candid portrait of a memory you hate We are built from our mistakes When every time I cross your brain Feels out of place (Resentment for something I made known) You hate the taste made by my name When it's placed at the edge of your tongue When you see my face Painted a view of truth Tainted by hues of you Stained with the remains of a wasted youth I'm brain dead I've accepted that somehow my screws came loose (I should have never left) When every time I cross your brain Feels out of place (Resentment for something I made known) You hate the taste made by my name When it's placed at the edge of your tongue when you see my face