No Use Knocking At My Door,

I Don't Think I Live Here Anymore.

I Live In The Past You See

I Think Of The Last Time We Were There

Before You Went With Her.



All My Letters Lie Unopened,

Along With Calling Cards And Tokens.

I Cannot Read, You See,

I Think Of The Need To Be By You Now

If I Could Only Move Somehow.



The Albums Strewn Without Their Clothes

Gather Dust Amoung The Grooves.

The Only One I Play Is "Blue",

It Makes Me Think Of You.