Gather - Touché Amoré

It always starts the same way

A sight, a sound, or something

Then everything decays

Till I gather myself

And by gather myself I mean

Tune out the hemorrhaging

And by gather myself I mean

Tear down possibility

But at the risk of sounding vague

I’ll walk you through my day to day

But don’t expect to comprehend

It’s little things, that do me in

It always starts the same way

Someone mentions something

Then I’ll just turn away

Till I gather myself

And by gather myself I mean

Over analyze everything

And by gather myself I mean

Point my eyes to the ceiling

To evade what I’m feeling

In some cunning attempt to

Outrun the things that have made the night my home

Point my eyes to the ceiling

To evade what I’m feeling

In some cunning attempt to

Outrun the things that have made the night my home