And leave these sorry few
They really bring me down
And like this photograph
Has vanished in the haze of time
And by a foolish whim I'm stricken with desire
To phone you up and tell you of my find
Are frozen in the amber of my mind
And boxes on the shelf of documents
Reminding me you
To lock inside a sacred bond so tight
Waiting at a crossing path
Man, I hate your friends
For all the world of me
Buried for some while
And I can tell you're not yourself
Gleaming through a photograph
I hope that by some master plan
Whenever they're around
Behind
I'm reminded of the shape I'm in
To seal away your life
The scattered thoughts of you
I'm taken by the way
Left an empty shell
Behind
You're in the same boat that I am
The swagger captured there
But as I stretch my hand
So ditch this motley crew
From all the things you've left
