a one man wolfpack

What’s sad is i don’t have a single picture with the ones that matter most. And it’s too late to get one. There’s nothing to cherish but a distant memory, that’ll be lost to dementia.  I guess it’s true what they say, you’ll remember how someone made you feel. Cause sure in hell there ain’t no token or photograph to ever say we existed. Just a he said she said world that would take two stories to make it factual. Guess you were too good or i was too shitty to keep it going. Maybe it was the distance or maybe it was the lack of time.  

I don’t have a lot of regret, i don’t get too emotional or too dependent on one thing. Things never bother me, this might be the only one. This cut is the deepest, and I’m sure it’s me alone.