Souvenirs
Someone wants a piece of you
Never let 'em pay
What you do not give them
Time takes anyway
Had I known what love is worth
I could have saved the tears
Might have come in handy
Like souvenirs
I didn't see her comin'
'Til my head turned in surprise
Thinking I must know her
But it was her thin disguise
She padded up her innocence
And tightly cinched her fears
But she saved a little room
For souvenirs
I still go to pieces
But I don't go as often
Placeless times in space
Where all the edges soften
She took me away
Where I couldn't send her
I knew that she would leave me
Something to remember
I wanted more than one
Until I found the one I wanted
Her memories are ghosts now
Though I'm still pretty haunted
What we gave each other
Ain't exactly clear
Probably comes under the heading
Of souvenirs
Pieces, bits, and pieces
Add up through the years
I've collected a small fortune
In souvenirs
Autor(es): DUSTIN BENTALL