I crawled to your door,
lead by heart ache and a savage sense of smell,
and you stood me up,
and said I shouldnt be there.

But, I opened my chest,
and pulled out my heart,
and without its lead beat,
I could walk home.

You pull it down later,
From its place, still beating,
on your shelf,
It opens, and out pours our memories,

You call me but you dont realize,
that I dont remember you,
When you say "Hello, this is so-and-so"
Because, I put all my memories in my heart,
and gave them away to someone I thought

would care.