Darkroom - Elsewhere

Repression is my best friend, always offering me a way out

When I can’t face my problems, he gives me another souvenir

That gets me out of this hell

He tells me that the best is always ahead of me

And he’s the filter in the background of my mind

And when I get depressed again I know he’ll say:

‘Hey there, let’s think of different times.'

And even if he has the best intentions

I wonder if the weight of what I’m holding drags behind

Because I feel like a human scrap book

With all these films and memories left undefined

And if I ever go into that darkroom

And start developing the fragments in my mind

It’s a puzzle only I remember

And I am truly scared of what I will find

And as I put together all the pieces

An old friend comes and flips the lights

‘What good does it do you to remember

All the times that you begged me to come into your life?

Isn’t life too short to worry about the past?

Aren’t you better off with me your best friend Repression?'

It might cause you a lifetime of regret

And the problem of never dealing with the root of what makes you sad

Maybe next time I’ll break the lights

And decide to live in darkness for a while

Maybe it will consume my whole life

And I’ll lose my best friend this time

Maybe next time I’ll break the lights