Pain Addict; The Last Night

So, here I am ruminating once more
Rolling over my favorite painful memories
The sensation comparable to walking down  
A rundown bookstore, fingers outstretched
Gently touching all the spines of the books
Until I find one that feels right
Let's talk about his mouth against my neck
His hands on my hips, his nails digging in
Let's talk about that night when I knew it was goodbye
That dark night, that last time he touched me  
My mind's hands reach for that title over and over again
That pain book's spine is cracked open
I could make millions if I sold these memories
And he'll always be there, right there
In a book, on a shelf, in a dark rundown bookstore
Deep, deep within the pain addict section of my mind