Device Projects - Posthumous Lyrics

I still get letters from your bank
Low interest loans and money back
Like pages from a journal misplaced in the rain
Their words no longer wash the same

I need a method to unwind
I feel completely out of time
My skin's familiar but it doesn't fit quite right
Perhaps it's simply stretched too tight

Only this elegy remains
Missing pages lost in the rain
Missing persons, missing refrains
Absence forever leaves a stain

The odd things they attach
Like a junk drawer full of wax
And what's created it attacks

I've starved and looted my brain
Memories live there just the same
Sifting through the fragments but it's in vain
Looking for pages in the rain