Sore Spots Songtext

I stop, my memory is nothing but a gallery of sore spots Can't you see I carry on but I don't wanna hold on to the retrospective life I don't wanna overestimate this time, time, time, time It's stuck, that's for sure Can't do this, follow that, life is so imperfect, almost human, just like me We live our lives, this is why we hold on to reanimated lives I don't wanna overestimate this time, time, time