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