RINGS & PAPER

My shower was so cold
It's so good to be on my own
I dry off and get dressed
I put on my rings and necklace

I thought rings were happy circles
Birthdays presents, Christmas gifts
Symbols of union, embodiments of love
But my rings don't match any of these things

These presents from the past
Just always make me cry
And keep me from feeling fine
But at the end, they allow me to fly

I really don't know why I wear these
Maybe it's because they're pretty
Or maybe they're just a memory

I think I like the poetry of things
More than human feelings
Does that make me the villain?

I go straight into my room
To pick up my notebook
I find the lyrics of a song
That I wrote thinking about you

It kills me to see that I've created rhymes
About a story that already ended
But the song keeps on living
And is the gravestone of our loving past

These presents from the past
Just always make me cry
And keep me from feeling fine
But at the end, they allow me to fly

Am I a collector of past feelings
To avoid confronting present emotions?
Am I a collector of past feelings
To avoid confronting present emotions?

These presents from the past
Just always make me cry
And keep me from feeling fine
But at the end, they allow me to fly

These presents from the past (am I a collector of past feelings)
Just always make me cry (to avoid confronting present emotions?)
And keep me from feeling fine (am I a collector of past feelings)
But at the end, they allow me to fly (to avoid confronting present emotions?)