Notebook, scrapbook
Somehow I've misplaced you

You were a scratch on a paper, ink and a voice
Not meant to look back at me
Then something or someone played a joke, put on a twisted show
And there we were.

I remember just listening, looking up to a fantasy
'Til the day when it was right in front of me
Now it's ruined, now it looks like table scraps and nothing else

It kills me to think about all the things I threw around while hiding

My nature is and has always been that of a pill-bug when someone gets too close
I now can see how you saw me when I couldn't see myself
But there we were.

I remember just listening, looking up to a fantasy
'Til the day when it was right in front of me
Now it's ruined, now it looks like table scraps and nothing else

I don't think that I really wanted any of it

But before I could undersrand anything that was happening
So quickly, the bottle, the squnting
I could not undo the knots of an undeveloped mouth

On the way back from the island, the turbulence hinted at no end
All I got, I barely saw, now I've finally tied it up with no regrets

But I remember just listening, looking up to a fantasy
'Til the day when it was right in front of me
Now it's ruined, now it looks like table scraps and nothing else, nothing else, nothing else, nothing else

Now it looks like table scraps
All that's left are tables craps, all that's left are table scraps
Table scraps and nothing else.