Iinside my mind shades of visions
fading photographs of you, of me.
Blurred black and white as they
flicker past. I watch silently
I wait estranged passively observe
the past, returns echoing words
what you said to me
Stan sat on the couch and looked out the window. He pictured Kyle stading there next to the tree waiting for Stan. He saw the memory of them under that tree holding hands, kissing. He sighed remebering Kyle. It seemed he could only see the memories of him until they were too blurred to watch. He would sit there in frount of that window watching and waiting for his love to return. He would picture fond memories as they faded away, black and white to taunt him of what Kyle said.
Memories of better days are all that remains.
One by one, without a trace they fade away.
Bittersweet aftertaste is all that remains,
And every time the more I've lost the less
I've gained.
The memories form the better days when he had Kyle to love and hold. He watched as a memory would fade away and never come back. Each memory was a bittersweet time then Kyle was around. He only had the memories of Kyle. Stan let the tears fall remebering when he had perposed under that tree. He cheated and nothing was gained. Stan lost Kyle and gained nothing in return. It seemed he could give and never gain.
Now I'm alone retrace my steps.
Where did I go wrong? You've gone,
moved on seems I've been here,
too many times before.
Stan never thought about being alone. He thought he would have Kyle forever to use and never lose. He thought back to When Kyle was around. He thought of all the things he did wrong. He thought of when he contiuously cheated, of when he didn't listen, and all the times he could have shown Kyle how much he needed him. He never belived Kyle would actually leave, never realized he would move on. If seems that Stan had been down this road numerous times. Only now therer was no way to undo it.
Memories of better days are all that remains.
One by one, without a trace they fade away.
Bittersweet aftertaste is all that remains,
And every time the more I've lost the less
I've gained.
Stan thought of the memories of when Kyle had laid on the bed with him talking. If Stan had done more of that indtead of cheating he would have had Kyle back. He wouldn't have the bitter memories that only made him miss Kyle more. He tried to remember what it was like to hold the redhead but couldn't remember. He had lost his memories of Kyle more and more everyday.
They fade, to grey such clear visions
of what might have been. I keep them
close, all that remains.
Stan rembered what Kyle had always pictured their futre would have been. A beautiful wedding with all their friends. He even wanted to adopt a kid. Stan agreed but never thought much about it. Stan could only remember what they could have been. Some how he keep those memories close and they were all that remains.