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.