I — I believed — memory might mirror no reflections on me, 

I — I believed — that in forgetting I might set myself free. 

But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat… 
And then I choked. 

I bled — I tried to hide the heart from the head. 
And I — I said I bled — In the arms of a girl I'd barely met. 

And I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground —
And then I drowned. 

And if I can't see it’s for want of — you.