I wrote a letter but i never sent it to you Take it back to where we were left behind for the better What would she do if she knew everything? Occupy the moment it's not for them to see Boredom comes to those who wait on a fix to awaken the senses It might have changed bury the names of people i've been From the spring that you constantly pull from Into the narrow holding tank, the point comes across There's no mystery anymore Soft burn Unspoken for