Something in me has ceased to be.
It raptured irrevocably
thank god it's internally.
I feel as of late that my trait
is mainly to degenerate.
Yours is to irritate.
Leave me behind, well confined.
You'll finally get to unwind
if you should be so inclined.
They say the more you give
the less you have to carry.
Well I'm weightlessly caught in between
this notion and something else entirely.
Obviously,
They say the more you give
the less you have to carry.
They say the more you lead
the less you have to follow.
Well I'm weightlessly caught in between
this notion and something else entirely.
I'm weightlessly caught
somewhere in between this and some dream.
A partial print is all I'm leaving behind.
A little something to remember me by.