Pictures of you in my mind
Fading slowly with time
Renews those though anytime
when
I remember the smell of your hair or your skin.

I still smell you even when I’m miles away,
I probably will ‘til my dyin’ day
S’pose maybe even as I leave this life,
Drift on into the black velvet night,

it could be worse.
It

Could

Be

Worse

That smell to me was always
home.
It takes me back even when I’m alone.
The essence of you, the calm I always knew.

The essence was always the scent of you.

(the scent of you)
((of you))

That scent, that memory

Warmer probably to me

better than it could’ve been

Than it was at the time but then

Not now, not now
Remember it like that
To torture myself somehow
That’s what I’ll tell my self.
[fade out instruments]
That is the epitome of the memory making things how I want them to be
It’s a failing I see in me and I have to let it go.

But you know

It could be worse.