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