Writing letters, only to keep them in my head
Chasing my mind around, building arguments
And it would be easier if you were here to defend,
But I remind myself that that won't happen
Six more days "?til Sunday and I swear that I won't call
And I suppose it's about time I took down that picture on the wall,
The one of you and me when we dressed up for Halloween,
And I'm still not sure what you were supposed to be
What you were supposed to be"¦

And I know that time heals all things,
But I feel like time kills all things bad about you
And could it really have been me who said so proudly,
That I'd be better off without you?

Day by day I work myself down to the bone
And I put your arms around me whenever I'm alone
And sure, I know that those arms, they aren't real,
But I say that anything is better than the way I feel

Day by day I work myself and I smile at all my friends
And I say, I know it's just a second love
And surely it don't mean the end
But when does that name fade?
And when do I stop using it for protection?
And where does one go to from perfection?

And I know you're not perfect, but I built you up that way
And I know it's been a year, but I can't take another day
And it would be easier if you were here to defend,
But as it stands, I'm just left with an image of perfection
An image of perfection
An image of perfection, whenever I close my eyes
An image of perfection, and it gets me by