oh, your harried memory.
let’s all pull ourselves out of this dozy state.
the past doesn’t ask solutions up to dance.
hammer on the temples.
if there’s no such thing as good, why does it hurt so bad?
don’t lean too far towards me, you’ll stay like that.
aye, the eye is a lens.aye, the eye is a lens.
oh, you’re own unique character cannot be pinned down.