Caravels Lacuna
There's a gap I slip between
Where most things pass with ease
Through the mesh of webs that are still haunting my head
There's a lot of you or me
That I've had to reconstruct
From bits of other memories neither of us were part of
I bent a fiction, dulled it's edge
I bent a fiction, dulled it's edge
Repurposed it, joined both ends
Now a certain shape is slotted in it's place
Now I can't tell the difference
Before it had an ugly history
What was said, what was meant
I scrubbed it raw and shined it through
Now I can't tell the difference
Before it had an ugly history
What was said, what was meant
I scrubbed it raw and shined it through
You can have my lessons learned
Tired hopes, tired dreams
All of this it never happened
Blurry hopes, blurry dreams
Have to write it down, have to spell it out
Tired hopes, tired dreams
All of this it never happened
Blurry hopes, blurry dreams