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.