I have spent a thousand hours deep inside my headnWhen I found you I was sleeping in someone else's bednAnd the shapes begin to focus nAfter all these yearsnThe broken shards were actually piecesnOf this picture fit togethernNobody sees the single layersnForm shells of all those substancesnI find you lodged in betweennPressed like a flower to preservenYour colors like the day you were savednI look at you years laternAnd understand exactly what you mean