September To Remember

While my fellow bloggers will be, in essence, remembering or not trying to relive the tragic events that date one year ago tomorrow, I will be having a pity party. And what better way to do that then with the one guy who knows all about it, Dashboard Confessional:

This Ruined Puzzle

This ruined puzzle is beige with the pieces all face down,
so the placing goes slowly.
The pictures of anything other than it's meant to be.
But the hours they creep,
the patterns repeat.
Don't be concerned, you know I'll be fine on my own.
I never said "don't go" (don't go).

I've written a note,
it's pressed between pages
that you've marked to find your way back.
It says "Does he ever get the girl?"
But what if the pages stay pressed,
the chapters unfinished,
the stories too dull to unfold?
Does he ever get the girl?

This basement's a coffin
I'm buried alive.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
I'll die in here just to be safe.
'Cause you're gone
I get nothing
and you're off with barely a sigh.
I never said "Good-bye" (good-bye).

Does he ever get the girl?

"...A Casualty of Circumstance..."