gold ring

my heart string

I have nothing

but a gold ring



I took a pastel picture

my head was in a jar

and I know just where she keeps it

to keep her friends this close

there's a crack in the crystal glass

and I know that this will all pass



She took it apart with a piece of the picture

now I can't get back to that place

and I know that when she sees it

she keeps her friends this close

there's a crack in the crystal glass

and it holds the memories of our past



gold ring

my heart string

I am nothing

but an old dream