I have a photo and a broken promise.
A photo to help me through the heartbreak
A photo to keep me sane and in my head where the fire is burning away your memories and the ashes sting more than the flame
I can't find my way out, your promise ties a rope around my neck and gets tighter the farther I stray
I'm choking now
I have a broken promise to fill my eyes with tears and my mind with sorrow
I have a broken promise to hurt my heart when I can't find comfort in my own skin or in the hands of another where I search for the validation I need to feel human in their fingertips
I have a broken promise to break me apart and a photo to remind me you don't care

I reach out for you
In the only way I know how
But you’re not there
You’ve never been there
I’m kidding myself to think we could be
But still
I reach out for you

Hello, Home. My old friend.
I never wanted to see you again,
But in the back of mind
There’s a place and time
That belongs solely to you.