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.
And I
I said 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 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.
I guess I've learned if it's in the corner of my eye I can't always turn.

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.