There are no words to piece them back together I wonder if the sun could burn me away Take all I did and rest them well behind the day The day I came to a world I used to love We find no end to ribbons we could cut enough The plate in front of you is eating you up What use are clocks when time was not what you could give You stayed asleep not knowing how deep you cut me One last time, dream of me Dream of only the good things Of how appealing I used to be Dream of everything related to that perfect me One last time, dream of me Of an end to ribbons that tied us free ♪ The stories I believed had lied to me altogether Instead I'm left with covers enfolding all blanks Accepted was the fact that I was blinded I stayed awake not knowing how little I mean One last time, dream of me Dream of my sincere eyes Of how pleasing I used to be Dream of everything we made, we said, we did One last time, dream of me Of an end to ribbons that tied us free One last time, one last time If only there was an end to ribbons that tied us free