There's a piece of you on a piece of paper. It's got you enveloped in a drug store letter It's left in my pocket for moments i'd like you to share cause i believe that you're there when i read how i caused a scene how you're poorer than dirt and it's then that i flirt with the thought of our home emptied and alone it seems clear what you know you should do. start new. And though we continue to age, we never change. Still assembling new names for a repeating problem and if the sum and the parts stop where they start there's no progress, there's no progress.