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