My mind has cold tile floors

Where your warmth used to stand

I set blankets down for comfort

So I can’t touch where your soul used to land

And perhaps you’re gone forever

And perhaps that’s my own doing’s

And perhaps I should start to believe in never

But for now I will continue my viewings

My mind has an old roof

Sometimes frigid rain leaks inside

It covers my home in deathly ice

Gives my heart what seems like frostbite

And perhaps I will never be warm again

And perhaps I’m guilty of the cold

And perhaps I wouldn’t be so in need of heat

With your hand to hold

My mind has weeds in my garden

Where my dreams used to grow

My daises and ambitions

Have wilted without your glow

And perhaps you don’t want me anymore

And I wanted you to be my guest far too late

And perhaps even as the world tries to tear us apart

Even in death I’d want you as my fate

My mind has cobwebs in the corners

Where you used to make me laugh

Spiders crawl down my walls

Disturbing your memory’s path

And perhaps this is what I deserve

For making you run away

And perhaps you’re something I’ll never get over

And perhaps I will try someday

My mind is growing empty

Not even the rain comes anymore

Just dreadful silence

To haunt me all the more

And perhaps silence is what I need

To run from the memories of us two

And perhaps you will forever be my guest

Because my mind will never stop thinking of you