Every year I forgot your birthday So every year you're born again Whatever became of the pieces that made us fit The lint to your sweater, so long as I'm close to you it doesn't matter And lenses compress our lives into pocket size moment Yours reduced to the three favorite photographs
Who have you become since you've been away? What the hell have you become? I thought you were the one
To the search and rescue team: you'll never discover The whereabouts of the lost boy with nothing to lose You'll scan the cities; the streets, they connect everyone Still we feel so far from what it means to live one by one I gave this life hell and in a moment I'm taking it back I gave this life hell and in a moment I'm taking you back to the place where this began When we still had our innocence
Who have you become since you've been away? What the hell have you become? I thought you were the one More from Sincerely August