All of my own is here for you I swear it's true Although these consequences Seem to break us into two It's not just a fancy for false words The moments are true It's not some fantasy or falsehood Sent from far out of the blue Sometimes the only things I stumble on are words The pain is worse than falling down a flight of stairs We're all in a circle, it all comes back to you We're all recycled, put together with old news All of my thoughts are yours to keep It's all for free They come with my memories Good and bad, simple and true I'm not trying to get out of this cheaply Fill up with hope Or a false sense of security For that I'm getting too old