Keepsake

Stare at your old favorite photographs just to come back to life

Or picture some new friends

Who do things that people like me never see

Been hiding the feeling behind the lines of a sarcastic smile

Still waiting to hear you say

Yeah, I guess I still feel pretty small

When you find dead birds on your walk home

Do you feel like nothing, the way I do?

Well, I would love to just sit this one out

Because I already the know the way that these things go

Running it over and over again

And you're still trying to find a way out

And I've got better things to do than stay inside all day

While everybody leaves

Sinking in sweeter memories 'cause they're all you get to keep

A slow decay in some clean, well-lighted place

And I don't want to stay here anymore

'Cause I'm not afraid to die

I'm not afraid to die

I just want to be something for you to leave behind