Sentimental Guy

There’s a moment in my mind I scribbled and erased a thousand times Like a letter never written or sent These conversations with the dead I used to be a sentimental guy Now I’m haunted by the left unsaid But I never thought so much would change Little things you said or did Are part of me Come out from time to time Though probably no one I know now Would notice But I never thought so much could change We drifted far away Far away it seems Time has stopped The clock keeps going People talking And I’m watching As flashes of their faces go black and white And fade to yellow In a box in an attic And I never thought so much would change Now I don’t miss anyone I don’t miss anything What a shame I used to be a sentimental guy