Codeseven Pathetic Justice

Gold ring.

My heart string.

I have nothing,

but a gold ring.

I took a pastel picture.

My head was in a jar.

And I know just where she keeps it,

to keep her friends this close.

There's a crack in the crystal glass,

and I know that this will all pass.

She took it apart with a piece of the picture,

now I can't get back to that place... (yeahhh..)

and I know that when she sees it,

she keeps her friends this close.

There's a crack in the crystal glass,

and it holds the memories of our past.

Gold ring.

My heart string,

I am nothing,

but an old dream.