I've got you on my tablet

and some old photos I own

Your handsome face is in my wallet

and you’re still on my cell phone.

You’re the treasure in my memory banks

Love put aside and left me broke

cause it’s been so long since I last saw you

I’ve been alone since we last spoke…

I’m still in love with pixilations

and what some negatives produced

I’ve got lots of sweet reminders

but what I don’t have babe is you

It’s hard to cuddle with a photograph

It’s just a still life 8 by ten

and when my cell phone rings

your face just kicks my apps

I want to hear you voice again

I don’t want to delete

each precious memory

or tear up every photograph

cause I’m praying fate

and hope can find a way

for me to somehow get you back.

My damn cell phone

rings at least five times a day

and Im sure that it is you

I feel its sweet vibrations

and its upbeat tones

but then some salesman’s

voice came through.

Trying to sell me some insurance

or vacations in paradise

when all I need is just assurance

you haven’t traded me for some new gal

I wish you’d give me one more try

before I erase you and say I've goodbyethe sadness of erasing what you once thought was true love.