The rough type of delicate in temperament
Forget why I came this way, take something anyway
Pacing until I’ve collected enough memories to remember
Distant and phased, thinking of the last loser that got away
I pretend that I care, secretly thinking light years ahead
Does that reflection hold the key element to the other dimensions?
Yes? No? I’ll find the right door to go through
Then you can tear this life of mine to shreds
Just like you always wanted to
I can’t be bothered trying to figure this out any longer
My aching shoulders used to be acrobatically stronger