Family, stretching out, Branches twisting into space.
Years pass, bad photos linger on walls, in albums, a name printed on the back.
They ask, and then no one asks, And nothing remains. They ask, and then no one asks, And nothing remains. Little words, written in blood Transcribed through electronic purgatory. Years pass, my words are lost from moved archives forgotten fandoms. They ask, and then no one asks, And nothing remains.