I know you know..

"I'm a half-written book
a fish on the hook
the first of two looks

I'm a broken machine
an old trampoline with some rusted out springs

I'm a bottled up note
a song you once wrote filled with old anecdotes

You're a memory from a photograph I found
A broken picture frame lying on the ground
I'm forced to believe in something that can't be
In a world that won't wait for me to come around."