Pack my bags
I'm leaving
It's the last
Time you'll see me
Photographs
Carry memories
Of times past
When you'd seen me
Rain clouds my head
Into the desert
Flowers gone dead
Before they had a chance
I'll try my best
Every other weekend
Get too much rest
Before I have the chance
Sold me short
With half truths
Crafted lies
Fooled me too
If all it is
Is fading slowly
I don't agree
But no arguing