Tried to take a picture
Of love
Didn't think I'd miss her
That much
I wanna fill this new frame
But it's Empty
Tried to write a letter
In ink
It's been getting better
I think
I've got a piece of paper
But it's Empty
It's Empty
Maybe we're trying
Trying too hard
Maybe we're torn apart
Maybe the timing
Is beating our hearts
We're Empty
And I even wonder
If we
Should be getting under
These sheets
We could lie in this bed
But it's Empty
Monday, July 14, 2008
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