I used to own a bottle
of pieces of my self
And as I grow
The bottle broke
Like stars making out

I used to own the hat
of the likes of us
And sit in comfort
As we hang
on the ceiling rat

I used to own a book
of people I love
But time
Tore it apart, over and over
without care

I used to light a fire
of my passion and heart
As others take warmth
Without their sorry faces
Smiling in the dark

I used to see a light
of life as it passed
but lately I see
The shadow that's left
Swallowing my whole

I used to own a lot of things
Now I own nothing
And maybe that's who I am
Maybe that's the pieces of my love
as I am
without you...