Plenty

I’ll never be ready to meet a memory
I’ll never be ready to meet a memory
A memory that abandoned me

Falling silent, going mad
I’ve gone walkabout with the parasites in my head
Far too quiet, it’s deafening
As I pick away at the surface
The itch burns through my skin

When the dirt crushes my bones
And the worms call me their home
If I’m asked to start again
I can’t pretend I’m ready
I can’t pretend
I’ve had plenty

Drown this broken dream
A taste was quiet enough for me
My mind’s too unsteady
Stay away from me
Please

I’ll never be ready to meet a memory that abandoned me
I’ll never be ready to meet a memory that abandoned me

When the dirt crushes my bones
(I’ll never be ready to meet a memory)
And the worms call me their home
(A memory that abandoned me)
If I’m asked to start again
I can’t pretend I’m ready
I can’t pretend
I’ve had plenty

I’ll never be ready to meet a memory
A memory that abandoned me
I’ll never be ready to meet a memory
A memory that abandoned me