I look at the smile in the picture, but it’s not a memory, it’s a stranger to me Before I was dealt this arrangement, I lived in a lucid world, adolescent belief Alone I am weak to the breakers, they bring every column down in a reckless desire & when they drift away, they cover my face in a shadowed veil And leave me where I lay I sink into the mist to calm myself I listen to the doom A ritual I hold, but I still doubt what’s really happening Yeah I doubt that I could change a thing