ancient history

And I've been trying to let go of ancient history

And I've been trying to let go of ancient history

Holding on so tightly

I don't think it's necessary

Holding on so tightly

You don't believe in much

(You don't believe in that much)

And I don't receive your love

But I don't compete with those who do not matter to me

And I can't compete with those bodies

They're not meant for me

Memory incomplete, dressed in a sheet

She's on roundabouts

Don't know whereabouts she went

He's in my head

All the things he said

Strewn, lying in a bed

Feel unsteady, hurt my head and

All the things I said

Running round instead now

Now, roundabouts and houses

Don't know where they plant their head

Solitary time in the black dark now

With the black dog down

Bind the head of the bed