i don't like pictures of me
but i like pictures of us
and i love pictures of you.

i feel like i'm near the end of this game
and you had to restart.
so i'm stuck here waiting for you
so you'll be beside me once again.

you're glued to my thought process,
stapled to my dreams.
every song is about you
or about how we lost us.

we had it, i had it
the perfect moment
the precise time
but i swallowed my words
and you misplaced the moment.

words i never said,
words i wanted to say
are sewed to my tongue
with dark green thread.