"Collections" lyrics

Morning still has not come
It's my name
Taken by her
Oh it's taken
My time's not my own
Though I know
Chaos is a near star all aligned

A symbolic poem
I rinse my eyes to the sea now
Wash me clean

Morning time
There's a light
Shines right through
But it's taken by you
So you choose
There comes a breeze
From above down below
She's telling you not to go

A symbolic poem
I rinse my eyes
In the mud
In the blue
And the love that pours right through
In my skin
In my veins
All the joy and the pain
In my life
And the blame
All the guilt and the shame
I forgive, I forgive myself

Just so you know
I've been good
I'm learning how to grow
No mourning has my name
'Cause I know
I could all just let it go
And forgive me