Last thing I heard as you were
running out the room
is that you were scared to death
and you don't love me anymore

I, in that moment,
took a picture in my mind
and when I have occasion
am known to visit it sometimes

Please tell me why is it so
that you look most beautiful
in the moment I cut you the deepest?

And if you see the me from years ago
please, darling, let him know
that you had loved me for a time

Years later I was travelling through town
and I turned onto that road
and I stepped onto your porch

It seemed that there was noone home
so I took some trash from there
and made a monument to me

Where are you? What is memory?
And when we outlive ourselves
what do we become?

I've known you for eternity
and you still reach out to me
but you can never come back home

Please tell me where I go sometimes
and how I came to be the
apple of your eye

Compel me over past the line
and under and behind
the place where you once threw me