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I got the call to pay my regards
Before my stomping grounds
Are turned to rummage yard
Up those wooden stairs I marched
Through all those darkened doors
Betwixt too familiar art
I breached into the attic scene
And caught a mouthful of dust
(Which covered everything)
And within those rows of towering
Cardboard tombs I found
All these forgotten versions of "me"

Don′t tell me so
All these frames were left in shadow
Don't tell me so
I can′t imagine those eyes closed


Am I wasting your time?
By being inelegant?
By veering off road?
Am I wasting your time?
By being inanimate?
By being a ghost?

I suddenly became entranced
By internal elegy
For those wasted plans
The stream rushed swiftly past
And I begged to float away
But you can never truly turn back

As I looked at the capsulized list
Of scattered artifacts
I had to admit
After every hand that's ticked
There are some things that I still miss

Don't tell me so
There′s no light on in the window
Don′t tell me so
There's so many years that I′ll never know again


I am wasting your time
By being a counterfeit
By looking below
I am wasting your time
By being inadequate
By being disposed