Without these memories I am nothing at all,
I'm bound to stop moving, slip on the present, and fall.

I long to jump inside them and re-live each day,
Go back to the months of March to May.

Why do all the good die young and all good things have to end,
Why is the hole in a heart from losing someone, so hard to mend?

I need to move on, but that's so hard to do,
I'm not the only one who has shit to get through.

So I mustn't pity myself, no feeling sorry at all,
Gotta just keep on walking and hope I don't fall.

But the memories--they keep coming back in my head,
Why can't I go back, instead of moving ahead?

It's not safe to keep thinking, I must keep myself busy,
These memories make me feel good, yet also dizzy.

I loved my life--back in the day,
Yet not all good things get to stay.

I should know that by now, in my head it should be drilled,
I must stop thinking now--my head is already filled.

But the memories...yes the memories--those damn things I still love,
Gotta get them out--I need some help from way above.

These memories...memories...in my head they are stuck,
Gotta get them out with a little love, a little luck.






 
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