i'm attached to detachment
i long to not care
striving for an unemotional paradise
is sucking the feeling from me
i find it hard to talk
'cause i cannot speak, cannot see
my little world can and will sieze
if you're in it, sorry to bring you with
but i wouldn't make the trip
to leave you where i found you
it's in the past behind me
and that road's now gone
we burned those bridges
those mountains all are crumbled
and the sky has detertirated
so self eject when you'd like
sorry if i don't notice-
i miss alot of things
