Memorials

You know I never asked about identities
I know the past is past, it all seems weird to me
'Cause in my head there's a farm and it's clear on the left
But not so much on the right
It's always the same old, same old, same old barn

Something in how I see you, girl
Makes me wanna, wanna, wanna call you the world
But there are billions other than you
And being indisposed when there's time
Would be quite a silly thing to do

Your sneakers streak the floor
A rainbow track as you creak the door
Hope to escape from the fire
Fire burns, leaves me wired
Watching, waiting for opportunity
It's coming, it's unknown
Past is past, it's sad to see

At most to say the least

Something in how I see you, baby
Makes me wonder if I'm just crazy
But you're driving me insane
And losing answers skipping lines
Would be quite the unfortunate oh-

How I stutter on my thoughts
Thinking about how you come down
And how below the collar I'm hot
It's 80 degrees so cold in town
And how you madness ropes me in
I'm drawn to your gallows
I'll never perish here
You're far too shallow

Something in how I spiral down makes me wonder
Why do I frown when you smile at your insolence?
A token to your late independence
Isn't it funny how you're gone?