The quickest way to lose your inhibitions. Well, I've been working away at mine at an honest pace. I'll be driving home the same way I came.
And you treat it as if it's some song I don't know the words to. You and I both know you've been closing doors. You're feeling more at home now, with nothing else here to remind you. All of those things you knew before.
I can't say whether you regressed or grew. My head heavy with the weight of winter, I give up trying to find my own mind written in someone else's words. And you've left me no choice but to keep things on my own terms.