There is no providence in complaining All of my emptiness in replacing Now we exist in separate spaces and I've been doing what I can to face it ♪ And I miss who I used to be Before I started losing teeth and dying in my sleep In the liminal space between acceptance and rhetoric What I've been repeatedly ignoring is getting progressively abhorrent ♪ In the liminal space between unhappy and undying I was accepting my despondence You were unhappy with the silence Now I'm regretting all the lost days Think I've forgotten how to find them