Lunatic Soul

So easy to forget
Remove from consciousness
All instances
That used to be significant
I never thought those things
Would have such meaning
Until he asked me to
Give them back
What will survive of me
A cardboard box with thouhts inside
What will survive of me
My little escapes from real life
What will survive
And what will I take
To the lend of endless ones
If I sever the past
It will be so dark here...
We want to be loved
Loved for what we are
We want to be saved
But our final truth depends on time
So what will survive of me
A cardboard box with thoughts inside
What will survive of me
My little escapes from real life
What will survive
And what will I take