Our moments are walking away from me,
All those memories that aren’t quite memories anymore,
And I wish I could reach into my head
And squeeze them from my brain.
Like as if I could leave our little patch of history in a pool by my feet,
And watch our dirty talk sweep the floor like tiny sand storms.
I wish I could replace our words with silence,
Our touches with atmosphere,
And our love with repulsion but you plucked my soul from my chest and took it with you,
And I spent the night trying to pick my guts up from the concrete.
I wish I could,
But I probably wouldn’t.
On nights like these I get entangled in the nothingness we now own.
All the time we lost and bullshit we gained.
And I don’t know why I even give a fuck.