By the time you hear this I'll be somewhere far away I'd rather not say it at all But these memories have to burn They are the fuel that will get me home The words I will use to summon them Are not sacred, or cherished They are parts of me That have seized up and died I have no sympathy I have no admiration, respect For my own dead stories But they have to leave my body somehow As I have to leave the blood and decay It's all around me, it's in my lungs I've breathed it all my life Without knowing, without showing it Without any knowledge at all Of what it meant to feel To feel To feel Alive