take it, leave it

Wrong to take it, wrong to leave it Wasting time trying to retrieve it Pick up on my tricks Play upon my tears Writing hoping you'll come back near I cannot handle this hell alone I found a photo of you A poltergeist in my home I want a record player in the corner of the kitchen Something for us to collectively listen To, in the light of the moon Or maybe the fridge Or maybe the room Is dark and I can't see your face And the memory of the future disintegrates The birds squawk in chorus, unseen to the eye And I know that this ache will always be mine You stand right there always so perfect But I know what I did to deserve this I know you're not the type to Recklessly abide to the rules You'll take your guitar Stand up by the bar And just go mute