SEPIA

A framed adolescence,
Steeped in the history of you,
Stopped in there, so much for you,
Experience is lost on me,
I am melancholy eternally,
But I still smile so stupidly,
For the first time ever,
I don't understand my television,

And just like a moment in "Butch Cassidy and Sundance Kid",
I'm perpetually stuck in a sepia film,
Bleeding inside I managed to keep it all in,

I've spoken so much rubbish,
Don't need no time at all,
Feelings are so fatal in the fall,
No you never kissed me,
Never felt anything for me,
Sepia thoughts deemed that I remember,
And they don't read in diaries
That I could never breathe, never breathe,