it might be something surprising to say from me i'm forgetting i'm forgetting i'm forgetting all the dark nights in the bright lights i'm forgetting the dark room upstairs room i'm going on to a new scene to carry me away i'm picking off my mistakes a present take before the past is part of me again and i'll see you there- behind a mirrored wall you don't see me you won't see me if i ask you small talk questions quick glances i'll just be another life you don't know anymore it might be something surprising to say from me i have to move on in spite of things before the past is part of me again i'm not standing in place i never wanted to i never felt like it it might be something surprising to say i have to move on in spite of things before the past catches me again