Darkroom

Repression is my best friend
Always offering me a way out
When I can't face my problems
He gives me another souvenir
That gets me
Out of this hell

He tells me that the best is
Always ahead of me
And he's the filter
In the background of my mind
And when I get depressed again
I know he'll say:
'Hey there, let's think of different times.'
And even if he has the best intentions
I wonder if the weight
Of what I'm holding
Drags behind
Because I feel like a human scrap book
With all these films
And memories
Left undefined

And if I ever go
Into that darkroom
And start developing
The fragments in my mind
It's a puzzle only I remember
And I am truly scared
Of what I will find
And as I put together
All the pieces
An old friend comes
And flips the lights
'What good does it do you to remember?
All the times
Where you begged me to come
Into your life?'

Isn't life too short
To worry about the past?
Aren't you better off with me:
Your best friend Repression?'
It might cause you a lifetime of regret
And the problem of
Never dealing with the
Root of what makes you sad

Maybe next time I'll break the lights
And decide to live
In darkness for a while
Maybe it will consume
My whole life
And I'll lose my
Best friend this time.

Maybe next time
I'll break the lights
Maybe next time
I'll break the lights