Tacoma Lyrics - Hot Cross

i have better memories of you during worse times 

days you planned 

with your head in your hands 

and your feet benath your thighs 

im sure youd recall 

that stretch of mills wrapped around 

rockier peaks 

back home where your diary leaks 

the names of those you forgot to possess 

the wretched figures that youve never sewn to your dress 

you are much more 

than i'll resign myself to 

you are much more 

than i'll assign to myself 

our hands are wrapped around 

tongues youve bit 

and its easy to reword failures 

that no longer fit 

i forgot your name on that very same day 

i wrote away the symptoms youd have me betray 

and i'll never invest a sick sense in anything this immense 

minds that turn pale 

from conversations and innuendos you struggle to find 

they grow out of themselves on their own 

through words we find 

pills that are easier lost than swallowed 

when we've buried all the roads we had left to follow 

over and over and over and over again