we sit here tonight together we fight
i know that we might make things alright

when i'm with you i can't track time
when you're gone i need you to be mine

life is empty time is slow
memories flown through the cracks of windows

a picture of you stuck in my head
yellowed by age and i tear it again

my memories serve as glue places it back together
i tear it to shreads and put it back whenever

but what then happens when i run out of glue
i imagine your face with no thought of you

i have no more glue as my hearts sinks from lead
i look at the picture that was torn to shreads

a picture of you so vibrant, now an image so drab 
i should of made more of what i recently had


                10/1/08