And my mood still changes if I think of you, it's been a while since I last talked to you, but I don't care what you're doing, I have inside an image of you that doesn't speak, I have made it to look at and I don't want to ruin it! And I hold on only to the good parts, like your perfume that got me higher than any of the things I have ever drunk or smoked! And no photo will make justice to your smile when it bursts on your face all of a sudden, [so] let it go...