hanging around like picture frames in my mind but for some reason i only decided to paint pictures of you, reaching memories in file cabinets i can never seem to close, the key swallowed by my hardheadedness to never forget the good and the bad, confusing tears for what was with tears for what could be and somewhere in between finding myself in the what is, standing alone in that corridor in my head that i love to walk in when it's three am and i'm alone in my bed