where'd you see it last?
hearing that question feels like
being handed a plastic pail
while standing knee deep in water
on a sinking ship with no bottom
retrace your steps
retrace your steps
retrace my goddamn steps
I spend more days walking backwards than towards
living in reverse and inverse
wish I could wind myself up like a music box
and spin like a ballerina into the past
music boxes only play one song
and I know mine too well
please St. Christopher
please come around
something's lost
and sure as hell can't be found
I don't know what's worse
finding something where I left it
or how good it feels when I do
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Fiachra O'
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