you're head is a hearse   that carries all of the worse you've sworn   you've buried so you will crash it   you pray for amnesia when you hit      can you hear the coffin opening   from the driver's seat   and can you see the ghost swim   through the dash, where he sings of your past   his words flow like blood that wont clot   a stream no tourniquet can stop   and they circle like vultures   this is what it feels like to remember      in a hospital room, you've come to   and still remember being pulled from the wreackage   you look around and see all the nurses and surgeons   have turned into hearses and coffins      can you hear the coffin opening   from beneathe the sheets   and can you see the ghost swim   thrugh youre injuries   how he sings of your memories   his words flow like blood that wont clot   a stream no tourniquet can stop   and they circle like vultures   this is what it feels like to remember for you