Still diving after the old days
When colour is fading from your face
And everything is passing you by
But you always speak in the past tense
To photographs of your old friends
In every way it's keeping you lonely
Faceless, locked in
Letting days die
You misremember
And say there's no time
Holding close or pull apart from each other
When hurting owes
To a skewed vision of the way it used to be
But take me back to the last time I told her
Underground with her head on my shoulder