I don’t want to put the photos up…
because I’m afraid…
afraid I’ll miss you too much.
You left and didn’t say a word.
I suppose that’s what I deserved
After the stunt I pulled
Doesn’t mean I don’t miss you
Think about you from time to time
And the pictures are sharp
Like the shattered glass
Of my heart
When you left me behind
I wasn’t in love
But what it was pretty close
I guess you’ll never know
The mess you made of me
Looking at our Polaroids
Staring in your eyes
Now we sleep under different skies
Who knew what could’ve been
Strangers once again…
