She is aimless.
He is distracted.
I am imperfect.
We all pour salt in our ***** wounds.

She is gravity.
He is weightless.
I am destitute.
Just a scream lost in the vacuum.

She is deliverance.
He is patient.
I am astray.
Forever a breath that stains the salty air.

She is aimless.  
He is distracted.
I am imperfect.
Still a coward lurking in bravery's lair.

I remember our heyday like it was yesterday
Starswept and bittersweet
I revolved around your sun
And jumped in with both feet

I remember our heyday like it was yesterday
You were extra and I was ordinary
I dismantled my world and myself
Everything but you was secondary

I remember our heyday like it was yesterday
Feast or famine, we ate our fill
The minute-hand lost its meaning
Time, a well-behaved child, sat perfectly still

I remember our heyday like it was yesterday
Three hour drives within a culdesac
Just to grasp at the straws of you
Just to drift away into a sea of black

I remember our heyday like it was yesterday
Golden years brought silver tears
But we weathered and eroded away
Became sandstone, and finally disappeared

I keep a faded picture
Thirty-two cents
And some lint in my pockets

The picture is who I was
The thirty-two cents is who I am
And the lint is what I will become