What to do with all the gifts I have for you.
What to do with the idea of me and you?
Through away like an old cocktail,
Or keep it safe until is forgotten.
What to do with the picture of you,
What to do with my broken youth.
So broken I can’t see,
Whatever else is in front of me.
But fear you not,
I’ll move along
This empty path you used to have ,
This empty path we used to call,