If you could think like me I’d tell you, but I’m not sure you’re alive
I’m sifting through these memories and it takes a lot of time
Jumping to conclusions, my meter’s out of whack
Searching for that tiny thing that broke the camel’s back
I know that somewhere lies the answer, hidden with lock and key
I apologize if you’ve ever seen that other side of me
Rough hewn edges sewn together
My memory is rough
You think now you’ve figured it out, you say I’ve had enough
The truth is I’ve worn a deep rut in the circle in my brain
Climbing out of that pit, dear, will leave you right as rain
It’s the falling that is hardest, some days I need my rest
Tumbling down, down, down, until reality is stressed
You’re all around me now, and I know I look a fright
But growing up a little will help us sleep at night
Clear the monsters from underneath the bed
My face turned its way to you as it gently said
“We knew not what we are, which is to say, I can walk you home today. And if tomorrow the sun shines bright, the moon will glow all through the night. And when that evening is the same, we can do it all again”
“Diligent” she calls me, yes. I suppose that’s true
Diligent for every day I’m locked inside this room
Fighting for peace of mind, struggling against myself
I’ll leave it up to other people to put me on the shelf
Woolgathering 