Memory Picture

I rearrange my room
I pull off my favorite jeans
And watch the ceiling
As it starts to quiver
Make it stop
Make it stop

I cut six inches off my hair
So I won't feel pretty
I walk in public where I won't drown
Make it stop
Make it stop

I wanted this moment in my hands
I wanted to touch you
To feel you breathe
I wanted to hold you
So you wouldn't fall alone

Now you are a memory picture
But I won't hang you on my wall
Still, you like to hang around me

I won't be sleeping for days
I'm tired of pretending
Everything is okay

But was this the face you loved?
Were these her hands?
Oh, I hardly recognize myself

I wanted this moment in my hand
I wanted to touch you
To feel you breathe
I wanted to hold you
So you wouldn't fall alone