Shake off your insecurities, let them flake
Those stories of you past fall through my skies
they cover me in a thick blanket of history
i would shake them off, sweep them up,
but then i wouldn't remember you anymore

There is a beautiful clutter hovering around my head
in it are chunks of memories that inflate my vacant mind
i draw in more particles and they become a part of me
so now the past is what i am, i am now part of you

now that you will never leave
i can start to feel, i can be complete
my viens flow wild and thoughts flood my brain
and i love it, my god i love it