I- I believed- Memory might mirror no reflection on me,
I-I believed- that in forgetting I might set myself free.
But I woke up this morning with a pieve of past caught in my throat- And I choked.
I- I bled- I tried to hide the heart from the head.
I- I bled- 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 the i drowned.
(And if I can't see its for want of...)
You-You said, "I see," if there's nothing here than its probably mine-
My-My turn to see- if there's nothing here it will always be mine
I- I've learned the taste of days that will always burn.
I- I've learned if its in the corner of my eye I can't always turn.
(And if I can't see its for wat of...)