Pussycat My Broken Souvenirs
For each moment of tears I still had my souvenirs Cherished in a pocket full of dreams I could hold I could feel Kept pretending they were real Long time after lovers stayed away. Now a picture of you I had cherished so true Even kissed 'till I'd seen you again But when I've been crying today Threw my memories away Something died as I cried For my broken souvenirs. Can I reach for the sun Find a place I belong Now you're one of my broken souvenirs. If you'll need me again There's no way you really can Pasted pieces never make a whole And if you leave your room On some windy afternoon Try to see where all the pieces flew. It was hard to get on Since my memories were gone But if you'll ever see me again I can I've been crying today . . .
