I left all my past
On the shelf in a bottle
But it all came crashing down
From the force of the full throttle
Shock when I saw it my jaw
Dropped to the carpet my heart
Stopped about a moment
Longer than I wanted
And all these old feelings
Came pouring like a fountain
Drowning in thoughts I'd kept locked up
To be forgotten.
As I'm washed in the deluge
The after birth of after thought
I realized bottling your past isn't effective
When the bottle falls.
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