When youth fades and it always does
you'll wish you'd made something that was
filled up with the energy
that powered all your memories
When captions fail to really show
the backgrounds in your old photos
you'll wish that you could revisit then
the places they were taken in
When your diamond gloves and mansions rot
and all your friends are buried in their plots
maybe you'll look out on your land
and wish you'd made other plans
When having to care didn't fill you with spite
when random phone calls kept you up all night
Your laughter used to ring out so loud
Why can't you remember that now?
I shoved them out, I shoved so hard
trying to keep my empty heart
beating long enough to see
there's nothing a memory