I hear it in all the things you don’t say,
the pain that never goes away.
How the brightest days grow dark
and the darkest days go stark
with memories of who you were
way before everything blurred
into one nightmare of incredulity
when life couldn’t be dealt with lucidly
and all you wanted was nothing you could keep.
Everything you’ve lost creeps in your sleep.
What you’d give to turn back time or life
but time machine heroes are full of lies
tempting you toward a fate that jeopardizes
who you are, little darlin'.