to the back of my head

Daydreams pass for memories

And passing out can always pass as moving on

on these, my better days

Try as I might,

my attempts to sleep it off

are excuses to see you

even just in these dreams



Eyes closed, I'm already asleep

It's sad to say we can't survive

outside the snapshots immortalized

in scrapbooks and shoeboxes

You can say what you want

If we're not breaking up, we're breaking down



How does it feel to know

that I still feel you close?

Skin never felt so soft

And you're hair still wet, still in curls

never smelled so sweet

It never meant that much to me until now



The doubt of every unanswered phone call

and the ghost of every

under-developed photgraph

haunts me just to say, "I hope things work out"

We know nothing worked out



It's sad to say we can't survive

outside the snapshots immortalized

in scrapbooks and shoeboxes

You can say what you want

If we're not breaking up, we're breaking down



In thirty years I hope that I look back

and only see the smiles I saved,

that I kept on file

Having cut out the piece of me

that just couldn't forgive and forget