Scrapbook

A song I wrote for an old friend.

Scrapbook

There's a map on the wall

and it's made up of all

the finest memories

anyone has ever seen.

And the dots that connect

all the things I regret

they scream don't take us down

I must get rid of them somehow

These are the things you left behind

Wish I had more than what's kept inside

If only I could, I would turn back

Then maybe I'd save more than just

a picture and a tack. 

All the voices in my head

scream what I should've done instead

but they got too mean, too loud

I just had to tune them out.

So I took one last look

then i shoved them in a book

I'll never let them out

No, they'll never hurt me now.

This is the me you pushed away

Wish I had more than what's left to say

If only I could, I would turn back

Then maybe I'd save more than just

a picture and a tack.

There's a map on the wall

and it's haunting me with all

the things I can't erase

though I run I can't escape

and to you I was remiss

still I sit and reminisce 

as I trace these dotted lines

through the chaos of my mind

These are the things you left behind

Wish I had more than a coarse goodbye 

If only I could, I'd still turn back

back to before, when we were so sure

we'd always be more..

than just a picture and a tack.