Bricks in my pocket, you're nothing but bricks in my pocket

Does it ever get any better?
No. It's like a brick in your pocket. You just carry it around. Some of the time you're even able to forget that it's even there. But then you reach into your pocket to get something else out and you feel it there and you realise 'Oh. That'.
It doesn't get better really, just...lighter to carry
- Rabbit Hole

You were there. Every time I walked past I had evidence that you were once right there. But it's fading, and if you didn't know it was there, you wouldn't notice the slight discolouration in the pavement. If someone wasn't told that the stain was once all you could see on the pavement, they wouldn't know it was even there now.

Fading away, losing meaning in my life.
I still look for you, you know. You fade more every day, but you are still there. And you can't take that away from me.