This frame once held my favorite picture
But now it's empty, now it's broken
And that's how you left my chest
Hallowed out by your hands
Where you dug a grave and laid
Your memory to restI hate the way you say I told you so
This is for all the wilted pedals on the floor
This is for a waste of a dozen roses maybe more
This is for how you never deserved
Nothing more from a rose than the thornsThis should have ended with the kiss
That you left on someone else's lips
Which turned my heart inside out
You left it looking much the same
A motionless mass of muscle and vain
As I clean up this mess you've madeSo as I sing you to sleep
I hope my ghost haunts your dreams
Lost in your memory
As bad as it seems
Songwriters
VICTOR JASPER, MICHAEL BASKETTE, TORRY JASPERPublished by
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