Former Selves
Journey Through Former Selves: A Tale of Rediscovery
Lyrics
I meet a primitive version of me
I encounter a primitive version of myself
I find him wandering some late night street
I discover him wandering on a late-night street
He leads me to those haunts that I used to know
He guides me to places I used to be familiar with
And I'm losing
I am experiencing a sense of losing
I'm losing my way home
I am losing my way home
In search of youth or some freedom once felt
Seeking aspects of youth or past freedom
It's a treacherous trail that I tread
Navigating a perilous path
Regressing in stages the further I go
Regressing in stages the farther I progress
I'm losing
I am losing
I'm losing my way home
I am losing my way home
The life we worked for
The life and home we built together
The home we made
I can't stop unraveling the seams
I can't stop pulling at the seams
My past selves are resurfacing
My former selves are
My previous versions are
Turning up these days
Emerging in recent times
Seems they've come back for me
It seems they have returned for me
Down dingy stairwells the morning light creeps
Descending dark staircases as morning light appears
And I wonder what the hell I'm doing here
I question my presence in this place
I never much cared for the ones I'd outgrown
I never liked the versions of myself I've outgrown
They're losing
They are losing
They're losing their hold
They are losing their grip
As I rise up from some desperate hole
Ascending from a desperate situation
They're losing
They are losing
They're losing their hold
They are losing their grip
As I dream of you sleeping at home
While I envision you sleeping at home
They're losing
They are losing
They're losing
-They're losing their hold
They are losing their grip
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