There is a way to cope, and I might've found it
But then again, I don't know
He does his best to keep me on the straight and narrow
So I back down
I could be planting a garden
Everyone knows that touching the dirt
Is good for your soul
There is a way to do all the things you thought you couldn't
In real time
Such an accomplishment to use my own burnt senses
To get me out of my mind
Sometimes
If I am constantly changing
Something must be held immeasurable if I'm still myself
Give me some time to go forward
Nothing is done in the time we allow
We think that we have everything figured out
Til we wake up and all is erased
Rebuild, rebuild, rebuild, rebuild again
Again