Old Things

I look at these things that have weathered and worn
The books that have been abused the canvases torn
The sepia colored photos that have the faces of the past
It seems nostalgia's dirty deeds make you wish these times would last

The old and tragic things you see tug at your heart and soul
The miles and miles that you have walked finally takes its toll
Now you're left with these things of old to remind you of the days
That you have loved and laughed and cried in your mind this plays

This tragedy that has no end will only end with pain
As you sift through all the times and tears within these things are lain
You weep for the lost time you had with all these faces and
You smile for the good times across your life they've spanned

You're left with this tragic feeling that these memories are never enough
To replace the empty feelings that resurface when times are tough
Glancing around at these old things do much more harm than good
You're aching heart cries out so much more than your smiles ever would



:::::Listen to At the Bottom of Everything by Bright Eyes:::::