Lyrics Bunbury, 03/09/2014 - Treehouses

Bunbury, 03/09/2014

Teary eyes stare blankly
Searching for lost memories, a past forgotten and neglected
The achievements of old pale into insignificance
Maybe he’ll get better
Tearful goodbyes become routine, standardizing a list of facts to remember
One, my name is Thomas
Two, I have two daughters
Three, one is married
Four, my doctor’s name is Alfred, he is nice
The list begins to grow, bordering on inefficiency as it does
Why do we fight so hard to maintain a life that is no longer about living,
but instead simply about staying alive, almost for the sake of it
My mind aches with contemplation
On top of the struggling memories blurring a past I wish I could remember
But only so I could, once again, choose to forget it
I get flashes
Feelings more than memories
A smell, a touch
My wife
Was she?
She is dead
The more I fight the pain, the more it hurts
Any motivation to remember left the day I forgot what I was living for
Surely I had a plan
It all must have been leading to something
These days I see nothing but young faces full of a naive hope
Aspiration I crave and could never imagine
They’re looking at life from the other side
Yet to be torn limb from limb by endless challenges and lost causes
Glassy eyes watch the forgotten for another day
I don’t remember