We Are All But Stories by Bomethius Lyrics

Today you are becoming the story you'll be
An entirety composed in a few minutes

Repeated, rewritten, and sung...
You'll never know all the things you've done

Mournful, hysterical, embittered...
Didn't you choose how you'd be remembered?

Anecdotes armed with adjectives few
Sprawled across the room
They paint a wretched portrait for all to hear
The unsettling tale of your doom

If you and I had really but met
Would we have thought this much of about it?
Would you have given us something (anything) to suffer for?
Or would you have taken what little was left?

Life and dark often meet
Would you have been my light?
The world is full of stories untold
And it seems all the worse for the ones it has known

Don't you wish it had known yours?
Don't you wish it had remembered you?
Don't you wish it had remembered you?
Don't you wish it had remembered you?