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Someone Else's Memory
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2007 I fell into the conversation in the middle of a dream
It’s funny, the words you want to hear
When you hear them, aren’t quite what you imagined them to mean
And, in the process of recollecting your thoughts
Pride gets in the way, and you mouth what you should not
And, you know in that moment
That the way it used will never come back
And, who I was four years ago to this day
May Eighth, is not who I am today
But, it’s so hard trying to escape
Someone else’s memory of who you were
How long could it possibly take, emptying my head of you
I’ve been trying, but, it’s hard as Hell to do
Once I realized how much of me you had and still hold on to
The way I still hold on to the picture of you and I
It’s hard to fall from a place so high as the heights of love
And, even harder looking back on what it was
And, not hold something against you
And, who I was four years ago to this day
May Eighth, is not who I am today
But, it’s so hard trying to escape
Someone else’s memory of who you were
I took a plane on down into the South
Tried to find my soul, but all I found was more doubt
Like, did I do the right thing
Did I give you all I could
And, did I tell you all you needed to hear
And, did you truly give all your heart to me
Or, where you holding back the truest part out of fear
It’s so hard trying to escape
Someone else’s memory of who you are
