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.