sentimental photographs are messing with my mind images of what we did
and what we left behind it was there for the taking
but we let it slip away leaving us with all the open garbage in our heads allocated instigated to this open wound sitting here inside myself inside this empty room memories come rushing back just like they did before and there before the grace of God I'm coming back for more if you fall I'm here to catch you if you holler I will hear you it's a long fall but there's a net if you search inside you will find me in a place where no one's hiding in a place where no one's been before.