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