Someday they'll cut away this weathered skin, adding scars to this collection. Adding scars to this collection of figures in subconscious dreams, and all the things I chose to leave when I chose to leave here. When I chose to leave this place; awoke before the sun rose, rode the transit east. Scarborough Bluffs, I hope you missed me. I hope you've missed me now. Emptied out the bottle, put the lethal dose aside. Painkiller breathing, retired eyes, I'll be alright. And what were you? A mirror in my halls, a reflection in my skull: unmentioned refractions. Unmentioned refractions. Bottle of whiskey, NDRIs, I'll be alright. Someday they'll cut away this weathered skin and leave the marks you left on it. Leave the marks you left on it, Scarborough Bluffs. I hope you miss me. I hope you miss me now.