cigarettes stained coffee cups    and lipstick that you never wear    you say you need a change of something    but you haven't figured it out    yet this scene was tired    before we decided that it’s for the best    you left the kitchen light on    highlight ruins of relations    we could never have forgotten    had we had the guts to say it back when    any of this mattered    now we've gone too far to look back and regret sets in    waiting in awkward silences    for the next fighting words    you had to have it your way    and i'll just stand aside    and let you tumble this house down    you know how to handle these things    somethings come undone    so we're left with nothing but a pile of broken memories    you were so selective with remembering the good things    that were so few and far between    i guess it makes no difference if i disappear    darkened hallways i can't believe this is where we used to live    hard to picture good times in a house where so much had to give    just to get a smile from someone who didn't want to in the second place    emptied out the drawers where your photograph albums record the moments    i never forgot you    and i won't too soon    before the match drops put it all down    in a little black book    these lives aren't picture perfect - postcards    phone calls    too little too late