Lacuna - Caravels

There’s a gap I slip between

Where most things pass with ease

Through the mesh of webs that are still haunting my head

There’s a lot of you or me

That I’ve had to reconstruct

From bits of other memories neither of us were part of

I bent a fiction, dulled it’s edge

I bent a fiction, dulled it’s edge

Repurposed it, joined both ends

Now a certain shape is slotted in it’s place

Now I can’t tell the difference

Before it had an ugly history

What was said, what was meant

I scrubbed it raw and shined it through

Now I can’t tell the difference

Before it had an ugly history

What was said, what was meant

I scrubbed it raw and shined it through

You can have my lessons learned

Tired hopes, tired dreams

All of this it never happened

Blurry hopes, blurry dreams

Have to write it down, have to spell it out

Tired hopes, tired dreams

All of this it never happened

Blurry hopes, blurry dreams