Treehouses - Bunbury, 03/09/2014 lyrics

Teary eyes stare blankly Searching for lost memories, a past forgotten and neglected The achievements of old pale into insignificance Maybe he'll get better Tearful goodbyes become routine, standardizing a list of facts to remember One, my name is Thomas Two, I have two daughters Three, one is married Four, my doctor's name is Alfred, he is nice The list begins to grow, bordering on inefficiency as it does Why do we fight so hard to maintain a life that is no longer about living, but instead simply about staying alive, almost for the sake of it My mind aches with contemplation On top of the struggling memories blurring a past I wish I could remember But only so I could, once again, choose to forget it I get flashes Feelings more than memories A smell, a touch My wife Was she? She is dead The more I fight the pain, the more it hurts Any motivation to remember left the day I forgot what I was living for Surely I had a plan It all must have been leading to something These days I see nothing but young faces full of a naive hope Aspiration I crave and could never imagine They're looking at life from the other side Yet to be torn limb from limb by endless challenges and lost causes Gla**y eyes watch the forgotten for another day I don't remember