I made you come
But But I don' t resole
I see you longing
For your romantic memories.
My patience cannot last
As I see you recreate the dunning(?) of your past
As caricatures to emulate.
Oh, I take my sweet little minutes
I cannot recall others
I throw my guts in buckets
As I try to lose I try to
I take my shots in dribbles
I sniff in baked soda
I like to stroke my
As I try to lose exaggeration.
To bloom
I am a twisted memory
Who does not what he' s done
And is not what he used to be.
Another one
Is dreaming
Of someone who is gone
To bring me to my twisted jealousy.