Pulls me under   Held me over   Sets the tones to lose   A taste of anger   No remainder   Of the things we'd choose   Crumpled over   My composer   Just a skeleton   It turns me inward   But it figures   Forever's a dirty word.   Emotions wear my sleeve   This might be the last...   One or two ease the pain   It's nothing that we talk about.   No recollection   Of complexion   Could not place his face   I plead redemption   Or collection   Put me into place.   One or two ease the pain   It's nothing that we talk about.   Ease the pain.   Emotions wear my sleeve   This might be the last...   One or two ease the pain   It's nothing that we talk about.   This might be the last...