RINGS & PAPER

My shower was so cold It's so good to be on my own I dry off and get dressed I put on my rings and necklace I thought rings were happy circles Birthdays presents, Christmas gifts Symbols of union, embodiments of love But my rings don't match any of these things These presents from the past Just always make me cry And keep me from feeling fine But at the end, they allow me to fly I really don't know why I wear these Maybe it's because they're pretty Or maybe they're just a memory I think I like the poetry of things More than human feelings Does that make me the villain? I go straight into my room To pick up my notebook I find the lyrics of a song That I wrote thinking about you It kills me to see that I've created rhymes About a story that already ended But the song keeps on living And is the gravestone of our loving past These presents from the past Just always make me cry And keep me from feeling fine But at the end, they allow me to fly Am I a collector of past feelings To avoid confronting present emotions? Am I a collector of past feelings To avoid confronting present emotions? These presents from the past Just always make me cry And keep me from feeling fine But at the end, they allow me to fly These presents from the past (am I a collector of past feelings) Just always make me cry (to avoid confronting present emotions?) And keep me from feeling fine (am I a collector of past feelings) But at the end, they allow me to fly (to avoid confronting present emotions?)