Thought i wasn't angry anymore
But the past sometimes it begs to be reborn
The calendar will always stay its course
It's my birthday, i feel rage
And in our room the cracks and shadows bloom
I dig my roots into your sleeping body
A seedling forcing through our history
Seeking air to feed the flame you thought was dead but it
Remains and won't forget
I thought i wasn't bitter anymore
But this path sometimes it begs to be reworn
Geography is pretty uniform
There's the exit i bite my lip
And in our car i stare at your hand
Try to unwind every timeline
Farther away but when it strikes
It feels the same how far you'd drive
To get away from our bedroom
Newly yours i can't remember
If you took my car, i can't remember
If you took my car, i can't remember
If you took my car
I search our history seeking air to feed the flame