It was a blink in the sun,
a pause in the stars ,
a gap in memory long wanted forgotten,
a kiss erased,
a stone engraved,
and it all tasted of cotton candy,
a note to a flute,
a drop of oil,
mixing itself in the hostility of water..

Didn't see it,
didn't hear it,
it was me saving myself, myself.
Didn't feel it,
Didn't comprehend,
it was me saving myself, myself.

Slumbering like a hurt dragon,
lying crucified at the roof of a bridge,
watching friendly people ,
dodge out of my prison,
they are the sun,
they are the stars,
the gap in my memory reflects off the pools,
and I'm tasting ,
cotton candy....

This is me saving myself, myself,
pulling the nails out,
I never asked,
I doubt you could ,
some are in too far,
a story told by scars coated,
in melting sugar.
I asked for a want,
I got what I needed,
holes in a blindfold,
and a super mag .