I don't have the memories to corroborate
Your story is not my story is not the truth is not fiction
But it came from somewhere and I have it inside me
This awful weight, gradually shifting

I'm revolving around a single point somewhere
Beyond time, beyond space, in the shadows
I feel it and I can sense it but I
Can't move it away

Someone puts it into their lover, a bride, groom
I put it into a hairbrush, then mascara, then my lungs