Assembly - Pompeii

There’s a piece of you on a piece of paper

It’s got you enveloped in a drug store letter

It’s left in my pocket for moments i’d like you to share

Cause i believe that you’re there when i read

How i caused a scene

How you’re poorer than dirt

And it’s then that i flirt with

The thought of our home

Emptied and alone

It seems clear what you know you should do

Start new

And though we continue to age

We never change

Still assembling new names

For a repeating problem

And if the sum and the parts stop where they start

There’s no progress, there’s no progress