Lyrics
So here goes one last letter now
One last attempt to make sense
Who have I been writing to?
I'm not sure anymore
What have I been trying to accomplish?
It's a mystery, I guess, self-made secrecy
Things get cloudy and now
All these stories and the struggle as an undercurrent
Both get blurry by the minute both get blurrier
So, which voice is this then that I've been writing in?
Is it my own or his?
Has there ever been a difference between them at all?
I don't know
I don't know
One last desperate plea
One last verse to sing
One last laugh track to accompany the comedy
Have I been losing it completely, losing sanity, or
Has it been fabricated, fashioned by the worst of me?
I know I knocked the table over because
I watched the jar break and I've been
Trying to repair it every single stupid day
But won't the cracks still show
No matter how well it's assembled
Can I ever just decide
To let it die
And let you go?
All my motives and every single narrative below reflects
That moment when it broke
And will I never let it go, no matter what
Now I am throwing all the shards away
Discarding every fragment
And fumbling uncertain towards a
Curtain call that no one wants to happen
That no ones going to clap for at all
But that still has to be
