With God's presumably infinite memory
Will He remember me?
Or if He does
How will he?
Will he remember how I spat at His commandments?
Or will he remember the crying girl
Who cried and promised anything
For Him to save her mother?

It's a lie lived until~
Because you can never lie quietly
Lie keeps on burning
Knocking it's exit
But you, yours
It was like wind
Always there, always cold
How did you live with it
Without breaking a sweat?
How did you live with it
knowing I might shed a tear?

"I knew you never loved me", I said.
He said, "But I would always remember you."

She's that message you stare for too long
Or dismissed as non-existent
That cigarette you consider as the danger
Or sniffed like your life line.
She simply is that
A bringer of smile
Or on bad days, your demon.

Two kinds of everything in this city
The one we forget and the one we can't.

It always feels like
It's never quite done.

Give me my daily dose of pessimism and grief
To keep me in my guardrail
And into the light
Suffocate me but give me enough warm
To keep my soul burning and craving
And into the light
I shall meet you.