why do i always have to leave for you to tel me to stay? couldnt you just tell me you'll miss me before i start to pack? why do i always have to leave for me to start to care? and now youre just another letter i have to write, and another hidden muse so i can pour my feelings out on paper instead of to your face. i feel the smoke enter my lungs so i can lock you inside my head for a little while longer. but when the smoke clears, here i am, alone with thoughts of you. and you surround yourself with replacements, and smiles, and hands to hold at night while i cry out for you in my sleep. i'm haunted by images of hands on you where mine used to be, and i cant even look at you now. living in your memories is sounding pretty good, so maybe i could slip into my mind and see the world through your eyes, cuz thats the world i fell in love with long ago.