Photographic Memory

You're not so far away 
Your sitting in the space between the night and day 
And so I'll wait for the sound of your footsteps 
The tea that's brewed too strong 
The part of me that's waited patiently for oh so long 
At least I try 
But I'm relying 
On my photographic memory 
While painfully realizing 
It's not all that it's cracked up to be 
And falling's just another way to fly 
I wonder why it's never easier than 
The first time