cigarettes stained coffee cups

and lipstick that you never wear


you say you need a change of something

but you haven't figured it out

yet this scene was tired

before we decided that it's for the best

you left the kitchen light on

highlight ruins of relations

we could never have forgotten

had we had the guts to say it back when

any of this mattered

now we've gone too far to look back and regret sets in

waiting in awkward silences

for the next fighting words

you had to have it your way

and i'll just stand aside

and let you tumble this house down

you know how to handle these things

somethings come undone

so we're left with nothing but a pile of broken memories

you were so selective with remembering the good things

that were so few and far between

i guess it makes no difference if i disappear

darkened hallways i can't believe this is where we used to live

hard to picture good times in a house where so much had to give

just to get a smile from someone who didn't want to in the second place

emptied out the drawers where your photograph albums record the moments

i never forgot you

and i won't too soon

before the match drops put it all down

in a little black book

these lives aren't picture perfect - postcards

phone calls

too little too late

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