FILL ME FULL OF WORRY AND HANG ME ON MY HOPES
I KNOW THIS TAINTED GHOST HAS HAD ITS FILL
I CONTROL THE MEMORIES I HOLD THEM ON A LEASH
YOU'RE CONTROLLING NOTHING NOW CAUSE I'VE BEEN FREED

BITTERNESS IT BARBS MY TONGUE WHEN YOUR NAME SHADOWS MY SPEECH
BUT ITS STING IS LESS AND LESS SINCE I'VE SEEN RELEASE

I WALKED THE STREETS I WALKED THE BAR FLOORS 'TIL I MADE IT HOME
NOW WHEN I WALK THE PAST I'LL WALK IT ALONE
WE'VE BOTH BEEN SEASONED NOW, THE MOTH IS LONG GONE
STRANGELY FULL OF COLOR OR STRANGELY ON ITS OWN

BITTERNESS IT BARBS MY TONGUE WHEN YOUR NAME SHADOWS MY SPEECH
POUR OUT MY MIND AND STEAL RELIEF
BITTERNESS IT BARBS MY TONGUE WHEN YOUR NAME SHADOWS MY SPEECH
BUT ITS STING IS LESS AND LESS SINCE I'VE SEEN RELEASE

BETWEEN SENSATION AND SADNESS
STOPPED FROM TAKING ITS TOLL ANYMORE

BUT I LEFT THAT BAGGAGE IN ANOTHER LIFE
AND I DON'T MISS IT LIKE I USED TO
I'M A BETTER SHADOW OF THE THING I USED TO BE
WILL YOU BE RECONCILED IN MEMORY