Picture In A Frame

you can sell your soul
but you can't buy it back
i've spent my whole life
working to give you
everything you lack

i would gladly trade
all of my sympathy
for sorrow
if i could have you
here with me tomorrow

so many wasted days
the past is so hard to get out from under
so many words that i wish i could say
the future rattles my bones weak like thunder

i wish you were here
so we could walk and talk
in the soft rain
now all that's left of us
is a picture sitting in a frame

everything i wish for
is everything i see
i remember when your kisses were for me