Sorting through this mess   I happen on your smile   Gleaming through a photograph   Buried for some while      I'm taken by the way   The swagger captured there   Has vanished in the haze of time      And by a foolish whim I'm stricken with desire   To phone you up and tell you of my find   But as I stretch my hand      I'm reminded of the shape I'm in   From all the things you've left   Behind      Man, I hate your friends   They really bring me down   And I can tell you're not yourself   Whenever they're around      So ditch this motley crew   For all the world of me   And leave these sorry few   Behind      I hope that by some master plan   You're in the same boat that I am   Waiting at a crossing path   To seal away your life      To lock inside a sacred bond so tight   And like this photograph   The scattered thoughts of you   Are frozen in the amber of my mind      And boxes on the shelf of documents   Reminding me you   Left an empty shell   Behind