I believed memory might mirror no reflections on me,
I believed that in forgetting I might set myself free. But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat. And then I choked. I bled
I tried to hide the heart from the head.
I said I bled
And I
In the arms of a girl I'd barely met. And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground
And then I drowned.
And if I can't see it's for want of you You said, I see
If there's nothing here then it's probably mine My, My turn to see if there's nothing here it will always be mine, mine
But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat
And then I choked. I guess I've learned the taste of days that will always burn. And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground
I guess I've learned if it's in the corner of my eye I can't always turn.
and then I drowned.
And if I can't see it's for want of you You.
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