Found your nail between my couch cushions
I keep it on my bookshelf
It's sitting next to a candle
That keeps on lighting itself

The dream catcher you hung in my room
Is dangling by a thread
It's losing its mind as I lay
On a stain you left in my bed

The pink sweatshirt you would sleep in
Is now being held captive
By the creatures of the attic
There’s no ransom left to give

The scent of your hand lotion lingers
Like the smoke caught in your hair
I’d try to hold on to these traces
If I thought that you would care