The Past That Suits You Best

Salt in my eyes, stinging my brain

It's been forty odd days since we've been clean

Crawl in the cave looking for light

but the ceiling descends and still it's dark

Hey there, don't declare optimist it's clear you resist

I try all the time to get it right and still it persists

Touched that you think I'm a heartless old crank

and there's things that I've done to convict me of that

Try to look out eyes straight and fast

but I've struggled of late, my head in the past

Hey there, don't despair get in the cave

We live day and night to find the right sort of light

Bored of the truth I return to my youth

drinking Breaker at night in the cold Duchess light

Out by the fence there's a shout that I'm dead

Get me out of this place, I'll take casuals another day

All gates are locked, there's no way I can walk

and the paths that I took led me into the swamp

Even this trusty accomplice gets rusty

I'm not being cruel but your brain never ruled

I've seen the trauma of lives that were squandered

but I'm not to blame for showing restraint

Hey there, don't declare optimist

I try every night to get it right

And still

[Something just fucking ran out behind me I swear to God

Probably a fucking moth knowing you

Why don't you go back and see then?

Well naw]

No path of truth led me where I could walk

but the lies that I made led me out of the swamp