I'm Through with the Past (But the Past isn't Through with Me)
In those days, I was a train-wreck I was lost in a sea of alcohol, irony, and unbridled self-pity There were so many words I had to write Confessions on my mind I designed them and delivered them with reckless abandon
My tightly coiled repressed, frustrated past fading fast I was constantly exploding I was constantly screaming The days moved slow and the nights dissolved into a thickening haze Where I spoke with a tongue that wasn't mine to faces I couldn't recognize
There's so much I forget There's so much more I'd like to
I'm through with the past, but the past isn't through with me
That's who I was when we first met in cathartic song When I became the patron saint of the depressed and neglected I left those days, those places, and that person all on tape Absolved, I resolved to start again and never look back
But you want me where I was And you still remind me
I'm through with the past But the past isn't through with me