You Can Trust...

You can trust that my mind still locks you inside. You can trust that your name is still on my lips. You can trust that our story is on my fingers when I'm holding my guitar. You can trust that memory relapses. You can trust that I see your ghost in this town. You can trust that I can still smell you. You can trust that life is weird. You can trust that I was listening to the album we wore out when your name lit up the LCD. You can trust that I found that classic-perfectly timed. You can trust that life is weird. You can trust in circumstance. You can trust that there's a replay booth in my slide show mind. You can trust that they can't rival. You can trust that we're elaborate. You can trust that your name is found in my every prayer. You can trust me.