I lost that picture of us
The one in front of the museum
From one of the last times we hung out
From one of the last memories of you
It was like losing you again

People says it gets easier with time
It’s been two years and I can’t help but cry
The pain I feel starts in my heart
Then runs to my wrist
I can’t help but let these feelings go

I was really good friends with your sister
That’s how I met you
But we stopped talking after you left
It was a mutual thing
But so much of her was you

“People are in your life for a shot time, and I’m glad your in mine.”
That’s the last thing of you I remember.
And that’s the last you wrote.
I still reminisce on that night in December.

I lost that picture of us
That one in front of the museum
From the last time we said goodbye
From the last memory of you
I’m losing you all over again.