Every year seems to misremember
Every year seems to forget you
A reflection of my past to carry until dirt
A glass or paper portrait bathed in television
Was it of disease or of bone?
We spent concave nights on couches
And a few more in the door
Hesitant and undecided
Let it gather dust, leave it still
Scripted laughs got in the way of the ticking air
What was left to do but wait and watch?
The clock's hands wrapped and pulled
Nothing we could do
Your hell is my own
Every year, i feel it creep close
I can't outrun an inheritance of rust
My palms glazed with your sweat
The same gap between my brain and tongue
You exist nowhere and in mirrors
Show me what wasn’t (Show me)
Show me what wasn’t (Show me)
Show me what will be