Justto the Left of the Last Time We Kissed

just to the left of the last time we kissed, I found you on Sunday , alone and adrift, in bundles of Rhapsodies fresh from my head, listening closely to see if I'm dead. I think you still care cause you played all my tunes, the ones I composed when I sat in the ruins, of that mansion we made out of matches and lace and pieces of smiles that I stole from your face. encrusted in ripples of yesterdays' songs I'm writing new words but you won't sing along, please try to believe in us just one more time, I'm the love of your life......................... and you know that you're mine.