Secondary Worship

Sometimes I look back to counting every freckle on your face but they would change every year.
And now, I sit counting all the exes I misplaced, but it all led to here.
And here is not there', and 'there' is not somewhere I want to be, is it?
No laissez faire sentiment.
Breathe. Say it back. Breathe.
Now I'm such a different person. Found a better version I swear.
I create the current saying what I shouldn't again.
Cry. Cry. Deny Deny Deny the many times that you wanted me here.
Nice try - giving in is merely getting by.
Don't you love when I'm near.
Allow.
It has led me here.
Now I'm such a different person. Found a better version I swear.
I create the current saying what I shouldn't again.
Saw who I don't want to be. I know where it leads and it goes so low.
Like another person, shedding off the version I sold.
Breathe. Say it back. Breathe.
Secondary Worship. Dodging a diversion.
Any skepticism has led me here.
There are secrets I can't tell.
But the effects I can feel.
Such a different person. Found a better version I swear.
I create the current saying what I shouldn't again.
Saw who I don't want to be. I know where it leads and it goes so low.
Like another person, shedding off the version I sold.
There are secrets of which I can still feel.