Where was I last year?
Oh, now that makes sense, I get lost
this time I’ve lost my own return
In spite of everything I’ve learned, I hid my tracks, spit out all my air
Slipped into cracks, stripped of all my cares
I’m an ex-spectator, can’t you see?
I’m an ex-spectator, never let my vision get in the way of me
You were finding faith in bathroom stalls
and broken beds, spring fractured spines