Sitting on the mantle,
it stares me in the face.
Wishing I could throw it away but
knowing the memory can't be erased.

Seeing the possibility
it hurts to think of then.
Missing the obvious,
I let the thoughts in.

There's a door, a way.
Just lie next to you tonight.
But I can't, I stay.
And surrender to the fright.

I'm letting your past
hinder our now.
I want to move on but,
I don't know how.

I've got my own memories
sitting on my imaginary mantle.
So I don't understand why 
this is so hard to handle.

I just wish you could be
clensed of everyone but me.
I wish my loyalty was a little
easier for you to see.

Sitting on the mantle,
it stares my in the face.
Even after walking away,
the feelings aren't erased.