Store 40

Leave me with photographs Shoebox filled falls to the ground Film leaves blow Plane takes off Worry of don't love me Worry of don't leave me Steal away any fleeting scent I can, out of my mind Rose tinted stark indifference The world you threw at me Has led me to my grave And now I'm tired Yet you are nowhere to be found It's getting late I'm getting cold Still I refuse to go home I wander the aisles Throw up my lunch from denial You fucking liar I come here every day To shed the heavy weight Missing your presence while you Fall deeper into your drink Into your drink, eternally Spend your whole life building a table of contents of all the people you meet The scents you smell and the sights you see But that doesn't help me figure out me You never helped me figure out me You never helped me figure out me, never The people you meet The scents that you smell And all the sights that you see Why did you go I'm alone at the store And still I refuse to go Waiting on your phone call Just to, just to ignore it