yesterday... (don't like it yet)

back in the attic of your addicted mind
there is a place so pure i want to find
but i could never call it mine, it was always her day
not a place for me to stay
no room for me to play
but honestly i'd pay to go back with you
into yesterday

in my memory love has frayed
and like the thread it fades away
landing on any island loves cast away
my hide away is in your today
love was such a easy thing to say
now i see it all as grey

counting on you seems to cliche
but tomorrow it will be through
and your crutch went astray
anyway you were my pathway
i'd be thinking of us and yesterday