Deads - LLNN

Leave me in the rearview mirror

A footnote of the past

A distant memory

A step towards where you want to be

Discarded on the path

Flee, retreat — wash your hands of me

Flee, retreat — wash your hands of me

Dreamers carry excess weight

The opening act of your play

In this rat race, my world has turned its back on me

I neglect and detach

Flee, retreat — wash your hands of me

Flee, retreat — wash your hands of me

Flee, retreat — wash your hands of me

Flee, retreat — wash your hands of me

Waste of space

Waste of life

And I

Neglect and detach

Disconnected from the past