Pushing away
The thoughts that we have
Feeling opaque
With violent remorse
Something turns inside of you
Memories are forced to escape
During that which could have been
The most important times you've ever seen, before
And then we fold, into
What we were told, will do
Pushing away, the thought that we're sad
Feeling okay, with violent remorse
Sitting by this wishing well
The thoughts that I've put in now all escape
Wondering that which could have been
If only I had acted on these things, before
A story cold, and blue
Hits close to home, for you
And then we fold, into
What we've been told, will do