By the time you hear this
I'll be somewhere far away
I'd rather not say it at all
But these memories have to burn
They are the fuel that will get me home
The words I will use to summon them
Are not sacred, or cherished
They are parts of me
That have seized up and died

I have no sympathy
I have no admiration, respect
For my own dead stories
But they have to leave my body somehow
As I have to leave the blood and decay
It's all around me, it's in my lungs
I've breathed it all my life
Without knowing, without showing it
Without any knowledge at all
Of what it meant to feel
To feel
To feel

Alive