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?)