From the recording Acoustic
Lyrics
I can’t keep track of myself
And there’s no saying what I’ve done to my health
Becoming clear to me now
That I’ve been coming undone for sometime
Every time, that you call out my name
Everything that’s said
Is trivially the same
But I’m here
And I am stuck on what to say
It’s never clear
So I am leaving this today
But I’ll never clear it while I stay
Molding all my worries from your clay
Tender memories filter through the gray
Suitcase fantasies never come in play
We’ll get along
But I wonder why you trust me near you
I have a list to be read
That’s full of grievances I’m putting to bed
And under all of these sheets
I’ll hide the worries I’ve laid over time
On the spine, of this novel of games
The villain of the tale
Tends to share my name