Pieces

- originally written October 8, 2006 -

Driving around at night, trying to clear my head
And I'm letting the moon wrap me in her care
I'm searching through every word you ever said
Looking through every moment we ever did share

I have to stop myself from reaching for my phone
So badly I want to call you, hear you ask "hello?"
But I doubt I'll hear memories of me in your tone
And that thought alone is enough to make my hand slow

But I have this one last constant lingering question
And all you have to do is answer it to make this end
All I ask is that you give me one simple confession
In all that time, did it mean anything, or was it pretend?

But I guess I cant leave it at just that; one last claim
If it meant something, then why did you let it go?
If it was all pretend, why did you play this game?
You'll never know the pieces you've left me in; how low