I saw you yesterday   I couldn't let you be   I had to sift through broken glass   To find out if you missed me   But all I found was a slow fade   And a gift-wrapped box of band aids   With a note that said "i'm never coming home"         Beneath my single bed   Everything's haphazard   There's boxes full of bits of you   And none of them are numbered   And when I search, it's deja vu   Things I think I knew   I should have thrown away this time last year         Everytime I touch you   You move so slow   And you're still like your photo         I heard me yesterday   Repeating my own name   To convince myself   That none of us had changed   And now I'm walking round the grooves   Of a record I lost when we moved   There's dust and scratches mixed with all these tears         Everytime I touch you   You move so slow   And you're still like your photo         Should we throw it all away   The failed long shots through far distant styles   Those forced smiles, those forced smiles   It started so on the mark   But it missed by one million miles         Nothing has developed   This darkroom gets me down   I'd throw on all the lights   But I'm afraid you'd come around   You're living in a limbo hell   A life that's only parallel   Is the real you aware what's going on?          Everytime I touch you   You move so slow   And you're still like your photo