Lyrics Of Age - Yvette Young

A memory of the time when you still lived in my reflection,
Through this line of treason, I sought space.

Stay where you are.

Your photos were everything.
Denial, comforting the vastness of this loss.
In dreaming, I found peace.

We've grown apart.
But still, it stings to carve your name.

A vacant house,
A silent life,
Your swollen eyes shut,
You're skin and bone.

"Being" gets put off.