Memories

your like a ghost that follows me, all day and every night
always, just, right out of reach, but never out of sight
and the memories they torture me with whips and dirty chains
like a sadist in a flower shop, that waters plants with flames
so now i lay awake at night, and think of all we'd done
like a prisoner in my own mind, with nowhere left to run,
but i welcome all the tormentors and all they put me through
cause it reminds me of a yesterday, and memories of you...

(i spend my time in memories cause theyre always, all, of you
im trying to find another way, but, i dont know what else to do
i spend all my time counting up and down, and slowly keeping track
of all the days away from you, until the day that you come back...)

i tried to just forget you, and start where i left off
but i kept going back to better days, and eventually got lost
i keep thinking about those better times, when it was you and i
when you said the words, "i love you" and "together till we die"
and now im back right at the start, broken, empty, and alone
just sitting in an ugly house, i used to call my home
staring at the memory, of something i cant grab
and trying to grasp a hold of something, i can never have...