Let everything we've been through together just settle in
All of this is deeply unfortunate
We could just end up repeating everything in the end
A worse possibility is that we're already too late
Turning fragmented words into paragraphs
My mind is too much like a Rorschach blot
I'm much too good at turning my back and running away
There you were knowing each and every coded thought
I can still feel you holding me up before I can sway
