I'm not supposed to think
I'm not supposed to imagine
And yet every time I try to speak
it's the same as running too fast and then tripping.

I'm at least 3 years older than I was before
and other than that, I know nothing more
Except that I'm losing touch, spacing out
and have stopped fighting countless maledictions.

I need you more than I can say,
"I'm feeling jaded every day"
I'm scared of having to let go,
Because it'll change everything I know.

I don't want to love,
and I don't want to need.
And yet I can't turn back if I've violated the above.

Can you answer this question?
What's the speed of dark?
If I forget myself,
will I remember you?