misplaced

sittin' in the staircase, holding back tears
lookin' over mad years worth of photographs
pictures of some places, I ain't ever goin' back
some people i used to love, why i ain't show 'em that

- clock with no hands - the roots

This is an unfamiliar place, to say the least. I'm trying hard not to get caught up in this thing, but damn, it's a mess. No end in sight.