I used to own a lot of things

I used to own a bottle

of pieces of my self

And as I grow

The bottle broke

Like stars making out

I used to own the hat

of the likes of us

And sit in comfort

As we hang on the ceiling rat

I used to own a book

of people I love

But time

Tore it apart over and over

without care

I used to light a fire

of my passion and heart

As others take warmth

Without their sorry faces

Smiling in the dark

I used to see a light

of life as it passed

but lately I see

The shadow that's left

Swallowing my whole

I used to own a lot of things

Now I own nothing

And maybe that's who I am

Maybe that's the pieces of my love

as I am

without you