And I sat in front of you
Thoughts remain in silence
All senses lost within the sound.
Some broken guitar is strumming
Lost somewhere in the background.

Not a word comes to mind
As you're screaming inside.
Wearing you heart on the sleeve
Of your favorite jet black tee.

I've been lying here
Without sheets on my bed.
I might have burned them in the fireplace
With thoughts of you in mind
And the words you left behind.

Flowers wilted with magazine faces,
The perfect pictures filling empty spaces.
I hope it rains to wash away the ink
Memories and colors, both become blank.

Pour one more drink,
Give one more kiss.
This time when you shoot
You're destined to miss.