Chairs.

Everywhere I turn, the world mirrors you.
The chair becomes filled with someone else to lose
Somehow the conscious becomes the unconscious
And all my truths will become a promise.

Sometimes I dream that I might forget you.
And friends becomes strangers that you just spoke to
Books were just words typed to impress the paper
And chairs were just places that you saved for someone later

Once i sat next to you but i was really sitting alone
You were like a story i heard a long time ago
Now we try to bring the memory back and it doesn't add up
You won't believe it hurts until my heart cries tears of blood

I write a letter to you and all my words come out wrong
And the days that were once short become so long
Why can't you see i didn't pull the chair out from you
And that one day i will give my freedom up as my proof.

I ask you not to close up our box of memories
When i hear your tears i feel you don't really believe.
You see one person doesn't always sit in a single seat.
The music will someday stop and i'll fall at your feet.