Wreckage - Matthew Mayfield

shards of memories

they shred the skin and cut so deep

Faded photographs

of a love that didn’t last

swallowed me up whole

into the shadow that you cast

So… where do you

bury the wreckage when you’re lost and out of room?

Please…

I need a hand

I’m stuck in the recklessness where all of this began.

I’ve heard all your reasons

for an act of treason with no shame

and I’m not waiting for those apologies that never came

Faded photographs

of a love that didn’t last

swallow you up whole

into the shadow that you cast

So… where do you

bury the wreckage when you’re lost and out of room?

Please…

I need a hand

I’m stuck in the recklessness where all of this began.

Everyone but you

knows what I’m going through

and they’re not forgiving you yet

I know memories fade

but this one’s here to stay

and we’re not going to forget

not yet…

So… where do you

bury the wreckage when you’re lost and out of room?

Please…

I need a hand

I’m stuck in the recklessness where all of this began.

I’m stuck in the recklessness where all of this began.

I’m stuck in the recklessness where all of this began.