Iæ¡° believedæ¢emory might mirror no reflections on me,
I桰 believed梩hat 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 bledæ¡° tried to hide the heart from the head.
And Iæ¡° said I bledæ¡°n 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 itæ¯ for want of梱ou
You said, "I see"
If there's nothing here then itæ¯ probably mine
My桵y turn to seeæ¢f 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.
Iæ¡° guess I've learned the taste of days that will always burn.
Iæ¡° guess I've learned if itæ¯ in the corner of my eye I can't always turn.
And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the groundæ¢nd then I drowned.
And if I can't see itæ¯ for want of梱ou
You.