To forget is to delete, just eat up all the fabric you hoard.
Spill black ink all over a worn out diary page.
It’s obsolete, you can’t repeat the magic tricks you’ve grown so tired of.
Re-set my head, completely forget.
The fiction, it runs behind my eyelids,
the fragments sustained on the restraints of my old stupid mind.
'cause it all comes from my brain but I’ll explain.
Bury old thoughts, wait for spring
to wipe out all the memory tightly woven in.
Present tense, time pulls it in and out
of my chest,
it’s for the best,
and with one breath,
I’ll forget.
The fiction, it runs behind my eyelids,
the fragments sustained on the restraints of my old stupid mind.
And in my sleep, within seconds I’ll see.
I’m exactly where i need to be.
To forget is to be free.
(Remember to breathe)
I can kind of tell that everything I've tried has led to this, and now I know myself i’ll finally erase what I don’t miss.
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