Still Photo

I saw you yesterday

I couldn't let you be

I had to sift through broken glass

To find out if you missed me

But all I found was a slow fade

And a gift-wrapped box of band aids

With a note that said I'm never coming home

Beneath my single bed

Everything's haphazard

There's boxes full of bits of you

And none of them are numbered

And when I search, it's deja vu

Things I think I knew

I should have thrown away this time last year

Everytime I touch you

You move so slow

And you're still like your photo

I heard me yesterday

Repeating my own name

To convince myself

That none of us had changed

And now I'm walking round the grooves

Of a record I lost when we moved

There's dust and scratches mixed with all these tears

Everytime I touch you

You move so slow

And you're still like your photo

Should we throw it all away

The failed long shots through far distant styles

Those forced smiles, those forced smiles

It started so on the mark

But it missed by one million miles

Nothing has developed

This darkroom gets me down

I'd throw on all the lights

But I'm afraid you'd come around

You're living in a limbo hell

A life that's only parallel

Is the real you aware what's going on?

Everytime I touch you

You move so slow

And you're still like your photo