on letting go.

It's weird how sometimes you just can't let go. The memories you just can't shake, the ones you will probably remember until it drives you up a fucking wall trying to forget. The good times. The bad times. I find myself caught in this web of memories, wrapped up in what it used to be. What used to be my life. Who I used to be. Who my friends were. The way things were. It doesn't help that my photographic memory paints every picture so clear for me to replay over and over like a movie that never gets old. It doesn't help that I have at least 7 hours a day to kill at work to live inside these memories. Not that I'm not content with the way things are now. Things will just never be the way they used to. I guess you could say I'm not a fan of change. Never have been. Probably never will. I like my comfort zone to remain the same unless some changes need to be made.
Some memories I would like to forget, but if I did then I would be forgetting who I am and what is that brings me to where I am today.

Sew this up with threads of reason and regret so I will not forget.
I will not forget how this felt one year, six months ago.
I know I cannot forget.
I cannot forget.

I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do.
Follow me there, a beautiful somewhere.
A place that I can share with you.

I can tell that you don't know me anymore.
It's easy to forget, sometimes we just forget.
And being on this road is anything but sure.
Maybe we'll forget, I hope we don't forget.

I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do.
Follow me there, a beautiful somewhere.
A place that I can share with you.

So many nights, legs tangled tight.
Wrap me up in a dream with you.
Close up these eyes, try not to cry.
All that I've got to pull me through is memories of you.

I'm falling into memories of you and things we used to do.
Follow me there, a beautiful somewhere.
A place that we can share.
Falling into memories of you and things we used to do.