Forgetery
Like a house in a land-slide, or a TV glow
There in the thick of it, as I reeled in the light,
I was drowned in the happenstance that all this information would leave me
Back to the shadows
Forgetery
Forgetery alive and well
Call it hands tied
The illusion of choice
Shot-gun wedding
Rock and a hard place
'Cause when I taste it, just one moment of truth,
What I'm wishing would linger seems to leave me
And I fear that distraction ever near me
So I'm open and broken
Feels like teething
The sweet pain of the process
Forgetery
Forgetery alive and well
Autor(es): Dan Mangan