Here in Holden I forget all the memories acquired in sun They all tumble and I could stop it if I wanted to stop Pouring ***** in my head as a song before bed Two-****** whiskey drinker caught in the present, Displaced in time. And another and another til she upgrades to doubles at no extra charge cause she loves how my face 'round means she's safe at least til I leave and she's sweet and pays me in drinks I don't need as bad as money and a stable place. Here in Holden B-Block I play games with my memories I tumble hard and I could stop it if I wanted to stop Too fun to open a door and fall through the floor to the blackness of past as you stand from your stool to play pool in the back as you can't keep your cool so you retreat. Always retreat. Here in Holden, underground, I **** on the memories I made under sun now bathed only in krypton light scaring cats from the cans behind the brush as I rush to get it all out. Spit it all.