these memories are my diamonds
my heirlooms that i cling to
i would run back into my burning building to save them
that's how much they mean to me
memories of playing on stages with you
all around my favorite city
playing in a badly-lit second floor room
flying beside you
drunk and in love
we hurt people we didn't mean to
we were on fire we were alive we were living
i don't know if i'll ever live better or really feel again
i don't know why it fizzled into nothing
was it my fault for telling?
did i kill it with ambition?
it doesn't matter now
these memories are my diamonds
my heirlooms that i cling to.
