The Stopwatch Sequence

Time is of the essence, your long since forgotten fragrance, gunpowder and cigarets, the things broken hearts are made of

Time is of the essence, my long since forgotten presence, quiet and collected with storms in my eyes

I thought I loved you, but what I loved was the thought of loving you

So take all those snapshots of heaven, the ones I held dear

and replace them with all your fake tears

Because in retrospect all you were was something warm to hold on to