And you're squeezing the sponge That is my memory To see what still remains of the echoes of the Rancid mess that You Made of my childhood.
I blamed myself for so long but now I I I am breathing, and I'm breathing free Because one of these days You'll die.
Because you're only mortal.
And I beg it sooner rather than later. Because then you'll be as far away as possible As far as humanly possible (Which I didn't know was possible) Away from me.