Picture of Me

Stepping back and taking a look
The picture is worth one thousand words
It's old and faded and straight from a book
Where ink runs into scratched-out parts

Grabbing a glass, zooming in full
The picture is in one thousand pieces
It's old and faded and just like a puzzle
Where parts have been carved and reset

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To You in Bridgeport

The car takes you into the distant horizon
You disappear from my vision into the red sun
Memories of you   They start to come undone
Fantasies of you   They start to come undone

Everything that we once were has now shattered
It splinters into pieces like the unluckiest mirror
So small and so tight the glass could be called sand
Memories   Fantasies   Can't keep from coming undone

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