Under this line I've established
I have broke the shape of my conscious
Leaving remains and fragments
From the notes you left
Coming home to complex arrangements
Thinking how much harder your day's been
Was it supposed to be a single thread
Holding you up from the edge?
You ruined my winter
I've never felt colder
Holding you up once again
And the static, you change
Fall on your own.
Faces keep rearranging.
Cascading
So far, out of reach
I have broken the shape of my conscious
Leaving remains and fragments
I threw it all away
