Death of the Past Selves

I, I don't remember all the pieces of who I am
I need someone who can help me understand
The girl in the tree, she's still laughing
Don't look down, darling
Oh, soon you'll be crying, writing songs and poetry
Until your fingers bleed

I am made of my highs and lows
I am the last one standing on a broken road
I am the questions carved in my very bones
I am my greatest unknown
I am made of my dearest hopes
I am the daydreams held by an untamed soul
I am my earthbound body given space to grow
I am my greatest unknown
Who am I, I, I
Who am I, I, I
Who am I, I

She's sitting in the window, telling stories with her brother
Singing alone on a stage in the dark
Packing her life in a car headed off to college
Don't think I know her anymore

Am I only all those I have been before
Or am I meant to be something more
Than who I've been, and who I haven't yet
In the end, which self of mine is left

Yesterday, I have loved and cursed you
Into something entirely different
Forever in search of something more than I have been
Yesterday, I'm beginning to think
I've held you a little too close
And it's past time I let you go
So I go out to the memory graveyard and I bury you there
Oh, this beautiful agony
Oh, you are still a part of me

I watch the sun set on my past selves
The last of these broken record memories
Lose their hold on me now
Yesterday, oh yesterday
I go out to the memory graveyard and I bury you there
(Bury you there)
But you are still a part of me now