Thoughts of Mine

It's funny how you can twist my insides, from the outside where you stay
I never let you in and somehow from within you still manage to put me out
I'll run away and still run into the thought of you with thoughts of mine
The only sense I've ever known exists solely in our steady confusion

Picture Frame

Not much can be said about the thoughts in my head
Counting down the days until I forget this place
What matters all shatters with your picture frame
I'll wake up tomorrow no tears left to borrow