so i had this idea
that this is all before we wake up
our little hearts at peace
and our little pills still in their cup
one night i had this dream
that i could not wake from at all
then i fell through my bed
but you were there to break my fall
then you put me down and you were gone
and i'm wondering what the hell i did wrong
i'm starting to think that it wasn't true
i'm trying so hard to remember you
so i had this idea
that i cannot quite recall
and memory might serve
if i could just bend down and crawl
but i'm pulled up tall and i feel dumb
when everyone laughs at what i've become
i'm starting to learn that this isn't true
i'm starting to remember things about you
yesterday i would have known to put one foot before the other
and one thing inside another to hide it away
but yesterday i also would have clothed the naked truth
and over serendipity i would have favored proof
see, even now it's hard to close my eyes and know that you're still there
and know that my control is slipping swiftly away
and even now it's hard to know that science is just proof
and serendipity is just another flavor of the truth