Memories of tomorrow...

The nights cold.
But your not here.
Everyone knows where you are.
People know how I feel.
But still they ask how I am.

The dark sky paints an image of how I feel.
In the back of my mind I tell myself that this isn't real.
Pictures on the wall remind me of you.
Memories flash through my mind and I don't know what to do.
So I light up a smoke.
It takes off the edge.
The moon lights up the sky.
And for once I don't know what to do and I don't know why.
Your name rings in my ears.
And like the cloudy night, my thought clears.
I can hear my heartbeat everytime the phone rings.
And with every beat the silence clings.
I know it didn't seem like I cared.
But you can't deny the fact that I was there.
Tonight I sat in your Ford '79.
It reminded me of the time.
That we listened to Crazytown out by the barn.
Thinking of that seems so hard.
Revolving doors plays over and over.
At the same time I can feel the cold bite at my shoulder.
Another smoke kills the chill.

Three more days.
I don't know what to think or say.
I wish I could kick it with ya right now.
But your current state of mind hits me like a snowplow.
Thinking of you brings sorrow.
So I'm thinking of memories of tomorrow...