I don’t cry

Catastrophe, 2011

Written by Graci Phillips

There's a little black box at the top of my closet

If you take off the top and you peer down inside

Theres the letters you wrote me stacked nice and neatly

Close to memories of you and I 

And I don't cry when I think about you anymore, that's a lie

Stroll on down Central and there to your left

There's the coffee shop where we took our first breath

With a mop in my hand and your relentless intent we fell in love

And I don't cry when I see your pictures anymore, that's a lie

Pages and pages of violin

With Frank on the dance floor you spun me in so close

And the Eiffel Tower shone just like a star

But hoodies and faded jeans fit much more comfortably

You drove me home with Abbey Road

And I don't cry when I see your pictures anymore, that's a lie

May brought the cruelest spring with a 

Park bench as a throne of misery

And we both took our seats

And you held me closer than you had before

Just to tell me you wouldn't hold me anymore

And I still cry when I dream about you

And I still cry when I think about

How we're two states away 

And now how we're never gonna know

How our story could have ended

I still cry when I think about all the things you use to say

And all the things I wish I'd told you