I want to have the same dream again
In black and white projection screen romance
When every imperfection adds to the flavor
And every kiss tastes like strawberry lipgloss
Sparkling

Like cubic-zirconium on a Wednesday sunset
Watching the sky burn pink cloud-strafed skies
And a wicker basket holds a new beginning
A picnic lunch of manufactured silver-linings
Eat your heart out

While I choke on my misgivings
A stranglehold on melancholy memories
Recorded at an earlier date, now the marquee attraction
When skylights dim the fading hurt
The winding reel begins

The story of our life, and what used to be
Spilled through the speakers for the world to hear
Mumbled declarations of loyalty
And screaming undying lust
Twice a day

And we reach the anti-climax
The antithesis of wonderment at twilight
The soundtrack seems to be out of sync
When every apology comes too late….

Just roll the credits