There's a crowded library in my head
filled with words that you said
and the memories of your touch
I didn't know Id miss this much

Cluttered thoughts are tangled in a membrane
That I did not use to keep me sane
The shelves are full and I'm running out of room
These feelings are jammed in to a loom

Your pictures I nailed to the rotting wood
I keep them with me under my hood
I wonder if you still think of me
Or if my absence has set you free

I keep picking through my soul
Searching for something to patch this hole
The clock in my head is stuck at 9:21
And the sky outside is without a sun

I trudge through the clogged floors and sift through
It's breaking my heart but it's all I can do
For one day your here and the next your gone
And for now, everything seems so wrong.