Memories hang around, like cigar smoke in the air
Memories hang around like indentations in carpet of a couch that isn't there
They stain you like the pigment that paints the yellow lanes
They stain you like that naughty thought that live inside your brains
They restrain from thoughts, actions, and feelings you hold inside
When they are of a lost one we like a piece of us has died
Sometimes they warm us up and yet they bring us down
They can often be the reason we cannot escape the ground
They are always with us as the crows keep them all
Memories are often the best things when we have no ability to call