An Epilogue: 12/22 (Radio Edit)

A year out from the day
And it still feels like yesterday
That some part of me died upon that slab of steel

Cuz when you think that you can swim
You don't expect the tides to pull you in
Especially when you're wading into rivers ankle deep

How I wish I could return to claim the parts of me that burned
Oh, I was mean at times, but 'least that was a choice
Ambition's waiting by the door, finally returning from the war
But she's been gone so long, we can't recall her voice

Oh I used to get things done
And honey, Lord help anyone
That stood between me and the empires I made
I hate it more than you that I can't put it in a grave

Oh how I wish I could return to claim the parts of me that burned
Oh, I was mean at times, but 'least that was a choice
Ambition's waiting by the door, finally returning from the war
But she's been gone so long, we can't recall her voice
It's a gold rush fever, panning for the simplest bits of joy

Moving on's a luxury they'll say I can afford
But with pockets starved of gold dust, babe, just how can I be sure?
If time heals every wound, but no one mourns the wicked dead
Then she'll be trapped forever with each sorry tear she shed

Cuz Bodies they remember what the mind tries to forget
My body still remembers what my heart saw as a threat

Wish I could return to claim the parts of me that burned
Oh, I was mean at times, but 'least I made a choice
Ambition's waiting by the door, finally returning from the war
But she's been gone so long, we've learn to carry on

It's a gold rush fever, panning for a reason to be strong