Taking Your Picture

Take a breath then have one more
Your friends have gone
You try too hard to please them
I feel sick or sick enough
And saddened by the things that I remember

The sigh you gave, the look away
These things you thought you kept all to yourself
Of course the words you said under your breath
Are the only things I have left

Loving your nature
Taking your picture
Finally feel something
Better keep on roughing it

Feeling like a shell, or like a ghost
Of all the people I've forgotten
The red and separate drop before the flood
You finally realized you love them

But it's too late now
But it's too late now
But it's too late now
But it's too late