wilted roses
on my window sill
and bittersweet memories
printed on film

moths are eating
at your clothes in my closet
and the picture of me
is in the back of your wallet

do I miss you
or just the love you gave me?
do I dream of us
thinking it will save me?

I know it’s over
please don’t misunderstand
you don’t have to love me
just take my hand

I don’t want to use you
and I don’t want to fight
but my darling I can’t take
another lonely night