Stop. Rewind... Play.

I've got two pockets and one memory,
I cherish the important things
Within each of the three.

[rolling]

I hold it in my hands,
But I have cracks between my fingers,
And this time is like sand,
The rhyme is so cliche,
I feel it slipping away,
Away like what was yesterday.

The letters on my keyboard
Are the buttons to my soul
As I let my fingers play across
I lose all control,
The tapping music makes the beat
To which I mark the obsolete
This TV has no repeat
Good luck at making a retreat.

Oh, my thoughts are all strung wild
Yes they blossom and fade,
Like the exhaust behind an aircraft
White and trailing away,
Into a sky so blue
That it splits the world in two,
When you read this, then it's true,
That we're both only me and you.

[oh, wait, stop the clip for a minute]

Pause, and I see you step onto the scene,
Seemingly looking unseen,
It's like I'm watching a dream.
But it's real, and I'm grinning,
Feels like I'm finally winning,
Cuz you got my hands shaking and my mind keeps spinning.

[ok, keep going.]

Take one of the future,
I've only got one shot,
I don't know how much film I have
But I hope it's a lot
Because there's so much left to do
And I just keep on pushing through
You won't ever get this, will you?
It's ok, one day it may come true.

[crap. ran out of footage.]