Memory Loss - You And I

Hearing the bus drive

Away

Whisper of this earth

God, how I hate the sound

Too many collect calls and not enough

Writing on the wall

I called aloud so often only to see

My words cut through them like knives

Blood tastes so sweet

Upon my fingers

Blood tastes so sweet

Upon my fingers

The wounds have healed

But the scars still remain

I try myself and kill myself

Flowers looked lovely in your eyes

But all mine died yesterday

We always forget to water them

The floor is so cold, so fucking cold

(It never felt so right as the day when I couldn’t recollect)

I don’t remember it that way

(I can’t remember when sunshine didn’t shine with regret)

I don’t remember it that way

My shower runs red, so I

So I haven’t bathed in days

Weekend stroll

Envisioning the eyes

I once looked into

Yesterday

Today’s dream

Years blown away

I don’t remember