I dont wanna mess this up By telling you some stories form my past The times I was a criminal Or the times I wish would last Cause in every curve and crevasse I worry ill get lost on the way back I dont know who i was a month ago Is that a question i should ask? A quiet minds invisible Not a question not a task No wonder we spend such time Sewing our stories their iron spines Maybe we can cut that thread If only for tonight Were never who we once were We're hardly who we are Who we are After the last words spoken Was anything every really said Another breath another moment Another one another dead And I dont wan't what's happened To get into what's left, whats left I dont wanna mess this up By telling you some stories from my past Maybe we could let that go And lay here in the grass