in your real world now.

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.