I recall the days that our hearts longed for more than death. We praised every breath like it was better than the last. And I swore that we'd get lost in all the dreams that we could catch, but I'm still sore from the chase. Opening our eyes to see, we can't rid troubles with a blink since you learned so long ago, you can't drown them in a drink. And I swear that I could find the answers if I could just get myself to sleep. I've lost too many friends that were just trying to get by. I've lost too many loved ones to time. I've lost too damn much to time. Yet it's the grasp of youth that drags us through the days we've gotten older, the rival chill that breathes upon the weight on our shoulders. It carries me. I want to be carried through time. I want to be. A distant memory. A part of history. I want to be remembered through time. I want to be so much more than life. I want to be carried through time.