Souvenir - Attic Salt

You’ve got x-ray eyes

When it comes to other people’s lives

But you can’t see your hand in front of your own face

There’s no forest and no trees

Just paper bags overfilled with rotting leaves

You’re packing up, but you aren’t saving anything

I hope you kept a souvenir

A little something so you won’t forget

Souvenir

To remind you how bad things can get

You picked a good disguise

So you can live some place I’ll never find

I’m not surprised if you still don’t want to see my face

There’s no thanks and there’s no please

Go on, get rid of all the pleasantries

Just look around at the mess we made before we leave

And maybe take a souvenir

A little something so you won’t forget

Souvenir

To remind you how bad things can get

Souvenir

Souvenir

Souvenir

Souvenir