Here in my $32 dollar dress,
my heart so heavy,
I digress...
your illustrations slideshow
through my mind,
leaving me empty and alone,
with not even your memory to hold.

Do you remember the time when
I was dying, and you laid there
next to me ready to die to?
Do you remember when we loved
each other and how it felt when I
wasn't around?

You'll never be more than a past
I can't contain, a mirror of myself
at a time I couldn't sing.

I miss you more as each day passes,
I play a song for you as I smoke my cigarette,
I'm sorry I couldn't be what you wanted me to be,
I'm sorry I broke your heart.

As I sit here in my caricature prison-
I paint pictures of you in my mind,
you're only a sigh away,
and I'm not happy even in your thought,
I'm creatively retarded sitting here in
this $32 dollar dress I bought.