Some Days Go On

and i clutch each memory, and give them a squeeze when i begin to get nervous
that everything now is empty and trite, and i have absolutely no purpose
it's all i have, i guess it is for the better they're gone now though
however it is apparent now the reasons why i am so incapable of letting them go


"You will probably never find
and touch that you can really feel
the brokenness inside as hope and less collide
now nothing is real
(you are new and near now 
to someone you used to love when you were young; 
when all was gold and you two touched
and felt the flutter underneath your skin 
you stood in glowing rooms,
the light dripping from both of you
and nothing since has felt as radiant or real)
and there is nothing more I want than just one night
that's free of doubt and sadness
one night that I can really feel."