in those days i was a train wreck i was lost in a sea of alcohol irony and unbridled self pity there were so many words i had to write confessions on my mind i designed them and delivered them with reckless abandon my tightly coiled repressed frustrated past fading fast i was constantly exploding i was constantly screaming the days moved slow and the nights dissolved into a thickening haze where i spoke with a tongue that wasn t mine to faces i couldn t recognize there s so much i forget there s so much more i d like to i m through with the past but the past isn t through with me that s who i was when we first met in cathartic song when i became the patron saint of the depressed and neglected i left those days those places and that person all on tape absolved i resolved to start again and never look back but you want me where i was and you still remind me i m through with the past but the past isn t through with me