Better Things To do

Old friends prefer old friends,
So i'll take you back any day now.
I keep a button in my pocket, to remind me
Of the way you look on our walks down third street.

I'm still there.
Nothing here can make me move.
I won't leave
Until the mess i've made has finally left the room.

You'll find better things to do.
While i try clearing my head.
But tonight, in this light,
All i can see is you.

Going home, feeling lost.
And i have been.
And you know that.
I love you so much,
I can't help but hold on.

To the thought
That you and i are better off.