| There's a piece of you on a piece of paper. | |
| It's got you enveloped in a drug store letter | |
| It's left in my pocket for moments i'd like you to share | |
| cause i believe that you're there when i read | |
| how i caused a scene | |
| how you're poorer than dirt | |
| and it's then that i flirt with | |
| the thought of our home | |
| emptied and alone | |
| it seems clear what you know you should do. | |
| start new. | |
| And though we continue to age, | |
| we never change. | |
| Still assembling new names | |
| for a repeating problem | |
| and if the sum and the parts stop where they start | |
| there's no progress, there's no progress. |