For Want Of

I, I believed memory might mirror no reflections on me
I, I believed that in forgetting I might set myself free
But I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat
And then I choked
I, I bled, I tried to hide the heart from the head
And I, I said I bled in the arms of a girl I'd barely met
But I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground
And then I drowned
And if I can't see, it's for want of you
You said I see, if there's nothing here, then it's probably mine
Well, my, my turn to see, if there's nothing here it'll always be mine, mine
I woke up this morning with a piece of past caught in my throat
And then I choked
I, I guess I've learned the taste of the days that will always burn
I, I guess I've learned if it's in the corner of my eye, well I can always turn
'Cause I woke up this morning with the present in splinters on the ground
And then I drowned, yeah
And if I don't see, it's for want of you, you