When I sing praises of my former self
It seems to me it's bent into what it's supposed to be
I have been longing for more, to relive the day
That will always remain just a thought away
Time and again, worlds that I mend
Lack the villains that define them
All the heroes have forgotten
Weaving memories; weaving memories
Without care
I tie in knots the threads that lead me where
I flee into a place that's not quite history
I am aware I ignore what I leave askew
Realign, misconstrue
I'm happy, aren't you
It seems to me it's bent into what it's supposed to be
I have been longing for more, to relive the day
That will always remain just a thought away
Time and again, worlds that I mend
Lack the villains that define them
All the heroes have forgotten
Weaving memories; weaving memories
Without care
I tie in knots the threads that lead me where
I flee into a place that's not quite history
I am aware I ignore what I leave askew
Realign, misconstrue
I'm happy, aren't you