remember the time the things I used to know my heart holds on it doesn't want to let go this inertia is destroying me to move on I've got to feel the grief
I've been here before its easy to forget you think I'd learn but I've never gotten used to it
this place inside this silent standing ground I realize its waiting to be found and when its good it feels like home I've got to do this on my own
the days go by and through the sadness I see that when you go there's plenty left of me