You Can Have Them

Not sure if what I heard was real, just for a moment, I thought I heard? Never mind, it's just a memory, fluttering round my head, tossing and turning, in it's cold and old dead bed, I can hear the sheets shuffle as it tosses and turns, I close the blinds to this memory, I know, and yes, it still burns. Not sure I heard you, yes I know your there, I'm not ignoring you, I just don't want you here, I'm not lonely, not lonely in the way you think I am, I look back a lot, as I'm turning, turning into an older man, They're thoughts that escape me and begin to run around, they come home though, in the silence, which is where I'm at now, I can hear them even though I don't want to, I give them all to you you can have all the memories, all the memories I have of you.