I remember false hopes They bloomed within my wrists Stripping down my veins to nothing How easy it may be to cut those hopes
I remember heavy boots How they pulled me down hard Like thick soled Doc Martins on cold concrete The cement I have spackled with is weighin' me now
I can't remember the letters I wrote With song lyrics decorating the envelopes A letter full of words that run together in font My commitments to you on every other line