A Broken record Can Deliver messages to other galaxies and Etch in stone the Fake desire that was Gone before the Heat could rise. It’s the summer time. I don't think we believe in space; Just the time it takes to destroy it. Re- Kindling the flame that Lacked luster would Mean nothing, but it doesn't Matter to you Now, you Overachiever. Or, one that Once was. Perhaps Pillow talk will work for now in order to Quench the thirst that Runs through our veins and makes it impossible to Sit still. But Think it through because Unfortunately, this is the last time we'll get to Vent What it is we truly Want to say before the X factor begins to enhance the Yearning sensation pulsating from Your spine to mine. Z.