Lost

Like a mother in a waiting room
I'm nervous
I never spoke these words before
And now I shout them as a chorus
I tell myself that it's all in my head
In the early morning
When I crawl from my bed
The memories and pictures
They play on repeat
Not beckoning or pleading me to move with swift feet
They don't taunt me
No, I don't think that they'll leave me behind
They're just there
In the belfry
On the top of my mind
Reminding me bluntly
That there's no such thing as time

I don't wish for it back
No
How can I long for something I have
These movies are mine
They play through my eyes
I remember them all
With no piece left behind

But alas sweet nostalgia
She whispers so soft
In bitter remembrance
Of moments now lost
But not gone forever
Their image remains
But foggy and unsure
Like sailing a white ocean's haze
This burden that falls upon us to recall
So easily lives
Played out in our minds
To ease and remind us that everyone dies
I'm sorry to say
Is a ruse that we play
And a double edged sword
Yeah I swear it's a double edged sword
That we'll grasp as it falls

I'm feeling rejoice as my memory fades
These bitter reminders of who I've been
Are screaming at me
Yeah they're screaming at me
They won't stop screaming at me