I have have you,
You have me
But things aren't going well.
We must go back to
How things once were.

Let's go back to the simple
Days where material
Things didn't matter.
Back when words didn't
Have double meanings.

Let's go back to how
The eyes seen the truth
And tongues spoke it.
Back when no one
Took advantage and
Had pure intentions.

Let's go back to how things
Were when nothing
Got between us.
Back when we were
An unstoppable force.

Let's go back to when
We were one and
On the same page.
Back when...

A muffled scream brings me back
To reality.
There I stand, wearing my
Blood caked gasmask
And black rubber apron
While gently holding
My trusty scalpel.

Oh the team we once were.
How could I ever turn my back
On such a thing of pure perfection?

"I'm sorry, my friend.
I'll never turn my back on
You again."
I say to it as I walk over
To tonight's canvas
And begin to carve
My latest masterpiece.