Nostalghia

And every time I think of it
The smell of the walls
And the sights in the fall
The memories set in
And I can't breathe enough
I can't imagine what I'm afraid of
Asleep on the couch
Soaking into the floor
And dreading what lies beyond the door
The secret is
I care a hell of a lot
More than is good for me
Through the door
On the left
Is where you'll find me
And through the hallway
On the right
Is where I learned who you were
Ever since I heard your voice
I've been broken
Broken on the inside
I smell the dusty shelves
That tell our dusty selves
What sorts of dusty thoughts to think
At the end of the hall
Your face eclipses it all
I will never be there again
It's all in the lie
That I told to the sky
"Someday I will leave you behind"
Someday I will leave you behind
Someday I will leave you behind
Someday I will leave you behind
Someday I will leave you behind
Someday I will leave you behind
Someday I will leave you behind
Someday I'll leave you behind
Someday I'll leave you behind
Someday I'll leave you behind
Someday I'll leave you behind