I wrote it in the ashes
I read it on his tombstone...

Silent thoughts left reminising,
Sober blades and scars from kissing...

Her face is soft and delicate
Her hair is tied in bows...

"Is there anybody out there?"
I whispered through the dark...

I waited all night by the phone
With icy tears of my own regret...

They're the same old excuses
The same old thing from day to day...

I can't dream of you another night
My thoughts can't hold you anymore...

She keeps her head steady
But bowed in a trance...

The clock is ticking in my room
I wonder when it'll stop...

You see me as a hassle
Sometimes you don't see me at all...

I know I should've said something
By the gleaming look in your eyes...

Lying on unsteady ground,
With old memories of me and you...