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Take me back, I won’t do it again.
Nothing has an end, Parmenides once said.
So forget what was once fallible and written in lead,
Forget me not if today is all we have left,
Tomorrow is a magician’s best trick,
Put your yesterdays back into that pretty head.
Take me back, teach me how to change.
You can’t mold me, you can’t shape me,
You can’t fit me into your little frame.
Know your soil before it rains,
I suppose no one is really to blame,
For this endless and recycled shame.
Take me back, but keep your expectations low.
Don’t you give to receive,
It’ll leave you ample with greed,
And when you look at your reflection don’t you try to find me,
Judge not the colors but the whole painting.
Don’t go searching for the bad that could be,
‘Cause you will find it comes subconsciously.
Take me back, but take me how I come.
My slate it ain’t clean, but I will not forget where I came from.
So don’t tell me how to do things when that’s always how they’ve been done.
I’ve always taken the road less traveled on,
So you can meet me here when you’ve moved on,
But you can’t have me how you want,
The truth is you can’t have me at all.
This song appears on the Courtney’s fourth album No One’s Slate Is Clean