Verse 1
I Am Living In An Archive Buried Deep In Someone's Chest
Logging Every Word They've Said And Everything That They'll Regret
To Be Honest, I'll Admit
I've Thought Of Burning Just A Bit
Off Any Book That Even Mentions You
Now, You Will Remain Anonymous, But I've Grown A Collection
A Heaping Pile Of Yellowed Books, Just Itching For Correction
With Everything You Did
It's Hard To Shelve Even A Little Bit
The Tear-Stained Pages Taken Up By You
Chorus
And Oh, I'm An Archivist
But I Have Morals And I Think You're Better Gone
And Oh, I'm A Heretic
Chunks And Paragraphs Are Missing, If I Rewrite Your Wrongs And
Call Me A Revisionist
But I Don't Want Her Holding All This Hurt
And Oh, I'm An Archivist
I Guess The Plot Holes Would Need Filling
But I Am Not Forgiving
You're Lucky That I Do My Job So Well
Instrumental
Outro
I Am Stranded In The Spines And Scribbles
Names And Dates Gone By
And Yes, This Is My Work, But I Cannot Help But Cry
She's Grown And Changed So Much
I Can't Just Take Away That Pain, But
Know That I Will Not Think Fondly On You,
In My History Books, She'll Never Forgive You
