Brushed

You say return from where you came What if there's nothing left for me now? Looking for someone to assign Blame me for anything For anything Something's wrong, look for symmetry So fucked up, calling back to me How could I keep my promise to return? A hundred years just isn't enough time Oh, how I wanted to tell you Oh, how I wanted to be there When you say Something's wrong, look for symmetry So far gone, calling back to me Mind and matter, self and other So fucked up, calling back Brushed Mind and matter, self and other Mind and matter, self and other Brushed