You had this whole collection
Of this stuff called milk glass
I didn't even know what milk glass was until
After you passed
Now i wish i would've said
I wanted some
Before my cousin had
Recollecting now i remember
We threw a lot
Of it out
If I knew that then what would I have said?
You had this whole reflecting
Hallway wall of photographs
And every time we drive down to see you
I'd find myself
Behind the glass
Now and then i would notice
Who used to be
Had been replaced
It must have been after the separation
Those hopeful days
That time erased
If I knew that then what would I have said?