I forget to forget the inappropriate
I’ll paint a painters portrait poorly
You are my sequel with a different lead
Expensive and unnecessary
I try to try to disassociate
Detach and reconfigure most of it
Dreaming of sleeping in a different bed
Leaving my fingerprints on all my dead

If it’s brains and wit that turn you on, I’m off
If time and space is what you need, I’m speed

These are humorless vibrations
Youthful lust, hallucinations
Why would I want to give of myself to you?
You could spend energy chasing
Men in suits, the sun is facing west
It’s a sign, dear
“There’s nothing here for me”, she said.

I don’t hate you anymore
I don’t love you any less
Let’s not and say we did

I’m afraid that we are missing
Clues and levers we aren’t pulling
“Let’s not get lost here.
Or down in the tombs we’ll stay for years and years”, she said

This is the lesson of the century
Don’t waste your youth on hollow memories