I find myself thinking about you again where I have one of those mental pictures where you just stand there as I tear into you with everything I've kept to myself this whole time. In my head it hurts you too and in my imagination you finally understand what you did.

I can't even decide if you deserve the time anymore and even though I'm moving forward and finding way after way to keep you from distracting me, like a cancer you never really go away.

This is what I have to carry. This is the memento you've given me.