The day I have it all figured out
You'll crumble to ash and dust
I'll see you sit and cry and pout
What good was I, machine with rust
And what good is progression in myself
If you're unavailable to see it brew
I throw the dust right off the shelf
You'll never be the one who grew
And when you wanted it all
I just wanted it to last
Come as you are
And I will be disappointed
Just like I was when I saw
The person I became
Was lovesick in memory
Memoria
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 2:23 AM UTC
The day I have it all figured out
You'll crumble to ash and dust
I'll see you sit and cry and pout
What good was I, machine with rust
And what good is progression in myself
If you're unavailable to see it brew
I throw the dust right off the shelf
You'll never be the one who grew
And when you wanted it all
I just wanted it to last
Come as you are
And I will be disappointed
Just like I was when I saw
The person I became
Was lovesick in memory
Memoria
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