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.