Sanctus Necnon Sceleris

your words in my memory
are like music to me
im miles from where you are,
i lay down on the cold ground
i, i pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms.

i got a first class ticket to a night all alone
and a front row seat up right by the phone.
cause youre always on my mind
and im running out of time.

holding on to broken hearts
memories are whats left of us
youre trying too hard to be my friend
and im placing all your pictures
in these broken frames
to remind me never fall in love again.

and yet i still ponder about her..