I-- I believed
memory might mirror no reflections on me
I-- I believed
that in forgetting I might set myself free.

But I woke up this morning
with a piece of past caught in my throat.
And then I choked.

I-- I bled
I tried to hide the heart from the head.
And I-- I said I bled
in the arms of a girl I'd barely met.

But I woke up this morning
with the present in splinters on the ground
And then I drowned.

And if I can't see
it's for want of you.

You said, "I see"
If there's nothing here then it's probably mine
My-- my turn to see
if there's nothing here it will always be mine, mine

I woke up this morning
with a piece of past caught in my throat
And then I choked.

I guess I've learned
the taste of days that will always burn.
I-- I guess I've learned
if it's in the corner of my eye I can't always turn.

Because I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground and then I drowned.

And if I don't see
it's for want of you. 

You.