A Recurring Dream (Lyrics)

When I woke up it was cold and I did not know just how long I'd been asleep; anxious from what I dreamt. So I wrote a forced epilogue about holding on because I've given up on grabbing, I'm just going to let myself fall. Save the miserable lines for another time; I've been collapsing into myself to much to focus on a few words. It's an insignificant song I don't care about because the saddest songs I ever wrote were sewn from all the things I stole. I never had and I'll never know because I didn't want to. All that you're taking is that which I did not want if that means anything. I'm not sure if it even does, but what is anything I have but a speck of insignificant luck? All I know is I don't feel so inclined to rid myself of the way that I feel when I feel like I've wasted your time. Let it rest, well goddamn it I guess I'll get back to it, I've been leeching off the past I have sucked the blood from what was left. This exercise in autobiography should be torture for someone as removed as me, but I leech. If it lasts forever, then why document? The say everyone feels it, but it's still not resonant. Misery, you found me, I always knew you'd come for me. You've been speaking to me in my goddamn dreams but by the time I woke up you had come and left me. We speak of holding on but we can latch ourselves to something out of sight. And the worst is I saw an end to this. But that wasn't enough I guess. It wasn't enough to know that I'd be miserable - I had to lie in that grave.