can't afford to lose my memory i'm too in debt fear becoming fact the years you miss aren't coming back guess i forgot to keep my friends from falling off you can't run away from something that was never there no one is starting to undesrstand this of course we miss the faces that we used to kiss cut yourself with the long hand from your broken clock timing just nothing except wasted time you say you don't understand i say it doesn't help i'm still fucked to death it's still meaningless its still hit or miss its never making sense it all went wrong in sympathetic song starting again with broken hymns and limbs i want star-bound feet far from the ground this is the most intense thing you've felt this is two hands ripping through your chest to scrape the love from your heart