Time to Forget
It's time to forget
Dressed to the nines in our old Sunday best
Young and magnificent
Sprawled on the road
I scrawled on your hand that I carried you home
Through the smoke and the cigarettes
We threw around meaningless words for the sake of the sound
Knotted our awkward tongues into a rope
Tethered so I'll say I miss you the most
Writer/s: New Year Memorial
