Inside Out by Colin Fowlie

I wasn’t high when I caught her eye in the mirror on the wall
I could almost see her standing in my hall
But it was just a daydream telling me it’s time
To start again and take back what was mine

I said goodbye and I packed my bags and I brought them to the door
Then I lit a match on some memories that were lying on the floor
If only I could have found a way that it didn’t have to burn
But inside out was the only way to turn

I went walking through the streets of home and talking to the sky
But it wasn’t getting clearer in case it looks like I didn’t try
There’s no complication in my own company
I can search for all my answers while no one looks for me

I said goodbye and I packed my bags and I brought them to the door
Then I lit a match on some memories that were lying on the floor
If only I could have found a way that it didn’t have to burn
But inside out was the only way to turn

I can’t see the very top from here but I’ve bounced a long way up from the bottom
No damned thanks to anything that I told myself back then
It took a hard while to come around my legs were bound until I put down the bottle
Although I’d like to blackout those days I can’t disremember when

I said goodbye and I packed my bags and I brought them to the door
Then I lit a match on some memories that were lying on the floor
If only I could have found a way that it didn’t have to burn
But inside out was the only way to turn

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