i could open up the internet
and find out
a lot about you

and there are a few ways
to do this
anonymously

i could open up an onion route
and really find out
everything about you

and love you in a million ways
without you never, ever
knowing who i am

i could pretend it never happened
all of this
but you know we won't forget

once scarred, twice shy, and three times complete
this is how i start to trust the ground beneath my feet

it's not final, surely
that's the tragedy
it's not the beginning
or the end
it's not the start
nor the excuse
it's what it is
a hot, smelly mess
a time to reflect
on what we have left
it means something, doesn't it

today
i heard the voices
in my head
proper
what's wrong with you
whassup
what's going on
i don't know
why are you stumbling like that
i dunno
i want
all of this to go away
i want everything to end
but hang on dave
it'll be okay
hang in there, it'll all make sense
let it go, by all means
keep it to yourself
feel as much as you can, whatever
of course it hurts
let it bleed
you're just not ready yet

how many times can you say the word oxygen in one breath?
ha haa, i thought so.

reach for it with both hands
if you can
hold on to it
reach it from both sides

reach it through the storm
when you do
make the most of it
reach between the lines

teach them what you know
if you can
hold on to it
teach them what it means

teach another lesson
when you do
make the most of it
a teacher's what it needs

don't feel left out, you know what it's about
you had me fooled the first time, and i'm out

'why's it so secret?'
i asked
just moments before
she didn't tell me

chasing walls
in the hope that
they'll catch up
is like admitting
that we put them there
in the first place