When did I become so old?
I can't remember anything.
Sometimes I forget to leave.
It can be embarassing.
I am not vulnerable
though I collapse by request.
I was born with my heart on
the outside of my chest.

And I don't not ever
open my eyes before dawn.
I live so close to Hell
if I look, I can see the sparks.

When did I become so old?
I can't remember everything.
I try to jog my memory.
It only makes my ears ring.
The things that I can recall
only fill me with regret.
I could be sentimental.
Good things are easy to forget.

And I don't not ever
open my eyes before dawn.
I live so close to Hell
if I look, I can see the sparks.

And I wonder what you think of me
if I left you there?
There's not a single part of me
begging you to care.
And though I always seem to be around
when you get upset,
I just don't want to hear a sound
from you,
from you,
from you.

And I don't not ever
open my eyes before dawn.
I live so close to Hell
if I look I can see the sparks.