THE MEMORY SONG I’ve been teaching myself to forget. I’ve been removing all my regrets. This should be easy, so they have said. I can hold seven things in my head.
I can hold seven things in my head. They wrote me off as if I were dead. Inanimate wasteland with the manikin eye. Quick to remind me to not even try.
Try to remember you’re not one of them. No need to worry, no need to pretend. Those beautiful people all standing in line, They can’t imagine that I’m doing fine …