So many people spend their lives in the past,
I myself am the guiltiest of all in that regard.
I live there rent free,
Day in, day out.
I sleep in ex lovers beds, and wake up in childhood bed rooms.
I break my foot every winter,
And I have that debate that summer I decided to take those pills on July 1st, on an insignificant Tuesday in March.
I live there rent free,
A man of the past and future,
Rarely of the present.
Echoes of hearing “Don't say that to someone who already has a tree picked out” As they refer to me.
So much time lost,
Living in times already gone.
And for the first time,
I'm ready to move on.
Time to stop living in memories.
Though I'll remember it sweetly,
As I make the here and now, my home.
Jan 1
Jan 1, 2026 at 11:54 AM UTC
So many people spend their lives in the past,
I myself am the guiltiest of all in that regard.
I live there rent free,
Day in, day out.
I sleep in ex lovers beds, and wake up in childhood bed rooms.
I break my foot every winter,
And I have that debate that summer I decided to take those pills on July 1st, on an insignificant Tuesday in March.
I live there rent free,
A man of the past and future,
Rarely of the present.
Echoes of hearing “Don't say that to someone who already has a tree picked out” As they refer to me.
So much time lost,
Living in times already gone.
And for the first time,
I'm ready to move on.
Time to stop living in memories.
Though I'll remember it sweetly,
As I make the here and now, my home.
