Living life in small puddles
leaking into creases and cracks
as the earth shatters and breaks and weathers
i'm distributed and scattered in lost places
how i bring myself together is the true question
but i'm not searching for answers
I've left my mind on rewind
going over different traces
hidden spaces where i keep your memory
they all say it's better to let go
I'm craving the fall just not the land
I've wasted so much energy on this
dragging it out like old photos
going over them again and again
Theres no since of letting them go to waste
if i am
i might as well remember myself at my best