The ruined pictures are my fault
For tearing up the negatives.
If I held them up to the light,
I could see your face,
and I couldn't stand it anymore.
White lines and sidewalks
Can't take me to where I want to be.
Maybe arteries and veins
Will take me to where
I can really make a difference.
I'm filling in the blank spaces
Where there is nothing to be filled in.
The answer is already there,
but it's in white ink.
And I can't see it.
And when you held me close,
I swear I could feel
Our hearts beating as one.
It must have been a trick of my mind,
Because you disappeared that night.
Negatives of our blurry life,
I was supposed to get them developed.
Instead I tore them to pieces
And burned them all up
Because I didn't want the memories.
