i i i, i'm the charm in your trench
you're the archaic obsession i sleep with
you rest deep in my grey matter
i rest deep in your camera phone gallery

a thought and a picture of the past
you wish and try, but you can't forget me
disturbed by the trauma i bring you
while you jadedly lie with whatever girl looks your way

i i i, i know i don't stand a chance
you don't see my face when you look at me
my wonders cease when i look in the mirror
i still love you

you don't want me to go
but as long as you don't forget me
i'll exist dead or alive
as the slumbering reason you keep on
the pretty, prattling boy in your silver locket