| There’s a gap I slip between | |
| Where most things pass with ease | |
| Through the mesh of webs that are still haunting my head | |
| There’s a lot of you or me | |
| That i’ve had to reconstruct | |
| From bits of other memories neither of us were part of | |
| I bent a fiction, dulled it’s edge | |
| I bent a fiction, dulled it’s edge | |
| Repurposed it, joined both ends | |
| Now a certain shape is slotted in it’s place | |
| (now I can’t tell the difference) | |
| Before it had an ugly history | |
| (what was said, what was meant) | |
| I scrubbed it raw and shined it through | |
| (now I can’t tell the difference) | |
| Before it had an ugly history | |
| (what was said, what was meant) | |
| I scrubbed it raw and shined it through | |
| You can have my lessons learned | |
| Tired hopes, tired dreams | |
| All of this it never happened | |
| Blurry hopes, blurry dreams | |
| Have to write it down, have to spell it out | |
| Tired hopes, tired dreams | |
| All of this it never happened | |
| Blurry hopes, blurry dreams |
| There' s a gap I slip between | |
| Where most things pass with ease | |
| Through the mesh of webs that are still haunting my head | |
| There' s a lot of you or me | |
| That i' ve had to reconstruct | |
| From bits of other memories neither of us were part of | |
| I bent a fiction, dulled it' s edge | |
| I bent a fiction, dulled it' s edge | |
| Repurposed it, joined both ends | |
| Now a certain shape is slotted in it' s place | |
| now I can' t tell the difference | |
| Before it had an ugly history | |
| what was said, what was meant | |
| I scrubbed it raw and shined it through | |
| now I can' t tell the difference | |
| Before it had an ugly history | |
| what was said, what was meant | |
| I scrubbed it raw and shined it through | |
| You can have my lessons learned | |
| Tired hopes, tired dreams | |
| All of this it never happened | |
| Blurry hopes, blurry dreams | |
| Have to write it down, have to spell it out | |
| Tired hopes, tired dreams | |
| All of this it never happened | |
| Blurry hopes, blurry dreams |
| There' s a gap I slip between | |
| Where most things pass with ease | |
| Through the mesh of webs that are still haunting my head | |
| There' s a lot of you or me | |
| That i' ve had to reconstruct | |
| From bits of other memories neither of us were part of | |
| I bent a fiction, dulled it' s edge | |
| I bent a fiction, dulled it' s edge | |
| Repurposed it, joined both ends | |
| Now a certain shape is slotted in it' s place | |
| now I can' t tell the difference | |
| Before it had an ugly history | |
| what was said, what was meant | |
| I scrubbed it raw and shined it through | |
| now I can' t tell the difference | |
| Before it had an ugly history | |
| what was said, what was meant | |
| I scrubbed it raw and shined it through | |
| You can have my lessons learned | |
| Tired hopes, tired dreams | |
| All of this it never happened | |
| Blurry hopes, blurry dreams | |
| Have to write it down, have to spell it out | |
| Tired hopes, tired dreams | |
| All of this it never happened | |
| Blurry hopes, blurry dreams |
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