i m a clenched fist distorted and clutching hope beneath these two tired broken wrists i m tired of it i m always running from this relentless in its dissonance let s consider this something i won t soon forget eventually i ve to get used to remember when hey man remember those nights in richmond and the way i never knew what they meant i m tired of these toss ups and all this feigned motivation but i ve always felt fine singing in your basement let s consider this something i won t soon forget eventually i ve got to get used to remember when i m not the sum of my own parts just a rough combination of the people i ve met so far let s consider this something i won t soon forget eventually i ve got to get used to remember when 