move from move by altair of ASTRAL MILE

An old stack of notebooks and binders forgotten are found
Within a sparse forest of packed-up-tight boxes around
"All that is left, that is yours.
Go and sort them all out", Mom said

Who would've thought I'd forgotten
the pain that I'd left?

My old binder
that claims that it's not mine
Coil-bound papers
filled with pain and distraught

*I had thought that
these memories were something
to cherish
and smile through the pain that I'd felt back then
How wrong I had been...
A mason-jar cup with few coffee drops left
A pad and a pen so I won't ever forget
how they used me
Well, they can't use me
no more...

Three yearbooks of memories I'd rather forget are found
Sandwiched between the coil notebooks I spilled my heart from
They're too hard to look at but so goddamn expensive,
so I keep them

But, everything else
I care less about
Chuck it all in...

The notebook that
claims not to be mine
I'll cross you out
and show you who's right!

(repeat *)

I'll cry it all out
'cause I can
Shut your mouth!
Don't call me a bitch
when the joke's on you, hun
I'll leave you all choking
in the dust cloud from how fast and far I'll run
I'll run!

(repeat *)

An old stack of notebooks and binders forgotten are found...

• Folk
• experimental acoustic
• guitar and piano
• lyrical
• singer-songwriter
• stringsynth
• Toronto