Found you scared
Here, all stooped in fear it'll never end
Where every stupid spirit with a head of sand
Pretends
To give a crap about you
And all things forgotten
You'll say goodbye
Follow me and drop their shame behind
Chances are they will be getting by
Just fine without you
And all things forgotten
We're almost done
Where a crowd of crosses claims the sun its own
A sleepy silence stopped by a ringing phone
They're all searching for you
You and all things forgotten