Trauma Factory

You held me in your arms, each and every morning
A tangible optimism, blissful and naïve
Until one day I woke up and you were gone
I wish I had known that that would be our last
All the memories are so vague and disjointed
Somedays I swear I can still hear you
Cooning out, flaunting false promises
The sinuous simplicity of youth
So as the leaves change and [Bm]the years fade and [Bm]empathy drags me off the shoreline
I can see the boy I was [Am7]drowning behind a glass wall
Reaching out for [Dm7]me to [C7]save him
Time; so ɾemorseless, so ɾelentless, so unavoidable
Human life is a tɾauma factory