Postpartum Letra

From where we left off.
and carry on the accident's influence.
the answer's one has changed into another.
they don't need me here, and i'm not content.
how could i be content?
when do moments become memories?
why do the victors write our history?
what if the skeptics are correct?
positions simply reinforce the reference,
they're accidents from the outset.
we bring our curses home to roost
pick this coast has got everything i could want.
carry on
just to keep carrying on.