Picture of a Picture

Making love with ghosts,

Love them so much it hurts

I took a bullet

I took a ride in a hearse

If it didn't make it worse

But you're invisible

and I'm the one who makes it cursedHow do you save someone,

who lives just like they're dead?

When all you have to hold on to

are pictures in your head?

But a picture of a picture is all I've got

But at least I got myself, if it's not a lotWhen we're young we're loved by all

and life will never sway

The ones who loved us then, as time

goes on it goes awayBut a picture of a picture, just makes it worse

And you're invisible

and I'm the one who makes it cursed