I need new photographs
An image to stay with me 
Can't seem to stir away from held memories
It's merged into nothing
Switching that dial to end them
The surface to something new
Silent waves on your radio

As we now set the pace
Questions damage both our worlds
And I have lost all trace, where I stand

You're a disaster waiting to happen
You are the true face of my miseries

A mental telegraph
Relating unpleasantries 
Keeping my distance from these old stories
I'll give it till morning
And start this life from its stem
Emerging from left out clues
Will glue back every shattered bone 

You're a disaster waiting to happen
You are the master of my miseries