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This title comes from a line in William Faulkner's novel "The Light in August." When I read it, it made perfect sense to me, particularly in relation to how I think of my growing up. Writing the song was kind of bunk self-analysis, but I found it helpful.

Lyrics

There's a part of me that's aching
There's a part of me that cries for no reason at all
And if you hold me and I'm shaking
It may be that I'm responding to the call
Of all the fragments of my history that I find on my way
Hidden clever and deep
Sometimes they blow up in my face like they've got something to say

But if I listen up and leave myself weak I may hear them speak aloud
If I surrender up to what I need
They just might teach me how
I can remember it now
I will remember it now
There's a part of me that's breaking
There's a part of me that dies when I get caught

For all the time that it's been taking
I've forgotten no one cares if it's all my fault
And if I look like I'm pretending that I don't understand
I know just what you mean
So while I'm scrubbing off this skin as if there's blood on my hands
I have to learn to trust what I believe is as real as what I know

I've been forgiven once and found relief in secrets never shown
So I will be letting it go I will be letting it go