[00:00.000] 作曲 : Christian Holden
[00:20.95]"So, while you're fixing up your bed
[00:24.06] and while you're organizing drawers,
[00:26.91]could you just listen to the problems had with problems of yours.
[00:31.93] and What's that note you're writing there?
[00:34.74]Why are you giving me this back?
[00:37.78]This was a gift from when we met back when you weren't so upset."
[00:42.47]I called in sick from your funeral.
[00:52.86]The sight of your body made me feel uncomfortable.
[01:01.55]I couldn't recognize your shell.
[01:15.18]Your branching off had met an end
[01:17.44]from all the weight that made you bend.
[01:20.09]and When you tried to shed your leaves you pined for warmth as they said
[01:24.82] "your lack of love for your dear self is sapping all of us here out.
[01:30.83]Trace your roots back to the ground work out the knotholes for yourself."
[01:36.30]I called in sick from your funeral.
[01:46.22]The sight of your family made me feel responsible.
[01:55.61]and I found the notes you left behind;
[02:00.71] little hints and helpless cries,
[02:06.06]desperate wishing to be over.
[02:32.92]You said you're trapped in your body
[02:37.72]and getting deeper every day.
[02:42.23]They diagnosed you born that way.
[02:46.45]They say in runs in your family.
[02:50.29]A conscious erasure of working class background
[02:53.07]where despair trickles down
[02:55.22]imbalanced chemical crutch.
[02:57.40]Open up. Swallow down.
[02:59.54]You said "remember me for me.
[03:03.75] I need to set my spirit free."
[03:08.76]I called in sick from your funeral.
[03:17.36]Tradition of closure nearly felt impossible.
[03:24.97]I should have never gave my word to you;
[03:28.00]not a cry not a sound.
[03:29.85]Might have learned how to swim but never taught how to drown,
[03:34.40]you said "remember me for me".
[03:38.57] I watched you set your spirit free.