Images

The icons of your profile change Like sifting sands within a sieve Coney island fading light All I have are images With endless sadness Endless sea I gag on grains of memories I walk the hallway where you still sleep All I have are images Pressed upon the need to speak I lost my voice I was so sick I spent the day in thirst and sweat When all that's left are images Text received and message sent I'm learning how you lose a friend Habit checks the internet When all that's left are images The bells of your cell phone ring Like sixteenth century England I can't escape the time they ring When signal all that's critical Terrible closeness endings bring I push you out between my legs In the hallway we confess All that's left are images Every post and every text My phone My platform platitudes Our history we can't forget When all that's left are images Our history we can't forget He can't forget We can't forget cause All that's left are images All that's left are images All that's left are images All I have are images