Catacomb

I couldnít sleep last night
I was thinking about you
The way that you wore your hair
The things that you used to do
But itís all crumbling
Crumbling to dust
Memories are crumbling to dust

I took a walk yesterday
I didnít care about the rain
I just wanted to hear your voice
Or to see you again
But itís all falling apart
Falling apart at the seams
Memories are falling apart at the seams

I thought of moving away
I even thought of suicide
But thereís no easy way out
And thereís no place to hide
And itís all so pointless
Pointless in the extreme
Memories are pointless in the extreme