It's not full circle when its a spiral to the top
No longer afraid to face the abyss I left behind
Let it face me and see what it can learn
Maybe a small fraction of my memory is devoted to shining a flattering light
Or maybe it's just a quaint thing from my story
That tears through pure distaste and offers something sweet
I've missed my car, I've missed the conversation
But now there's nothing left for me to say...
Our wavelengths will always be slightly off
I've learned to accept it. Keep it stored away
the stuff I thought was real