Comfort

I don’t know what clean is anymore
But I know I’m not there
And I don’t know if I’ll ever make it back 

I remember pieces of things that had some kind of

Meaning
I need help to put those pieces together 
Sometimes at night when I can’t fall asleep
I watch the pieces falling through my life like snow
Even terrible things can be beautiful if you look at them the right way

Sometimes I see the way I used to be

I remember seeing love for me in your eyes
That is still a comfort
Sometimes I feel the furnace of my love for you
Burning stubbornly in my heart
And that is a comfort too

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