Pondering the Past

Flashbacks that stop me dead in my tracks, déjà vu
My opiate, my tears, and rose-colored glasses  
Comfort is creed, can't move on, so I blackout in lieu  
 
In my day dreams, you make me a heretic, it's true  
Palliative sedation: steady, and sweet as molasses  
Flashbacks that stop me dead in my tracks, déjà vu  
 
Sometimes a pea under a matress or a rock in my shoe
Regrets, pressure cooking my unresolved impasses
Comfort is creed, can't move on, so I blackout in lieu
  
Hunger pains for history to repeat itself... To relive you.
An obsession with symbols, like old dimes with fasces
Flashbacks that stop me dead in my tracks, déjà vu   
 
In the sun, mourning the things i often misconstrue
Of you, I try my damnedest to forget, pouring ashes
Comfort is creed, can't move on, so I blackout in lieu
 
One foot in front, tightroping between the taboos
To forget you is folly, and as to dwell, folly amasses
Flashbacks that stop me dead in my tracks, déjà vu
Comfort is creed, can't move on, so I blackout in lieu