Strings That Tie To You.

From the wrinkles on my forehead to the mud upon my shoe, everything's a memory with strings that tie to you. In my dream I'm often running to the place that's out of view of every kind of memory with strings that tie to you. Though a change has taken place and I no longer do adore her, still every God forsaken place is always right around the corner. Now I know it's either them or me so I'll bury every clue and every kind of memory with strings that tie to you... And every kind of memory with strings that tie to you.