sometimes a memory will ache and shake and won't disappear...
and will bruise and confuse, and replay so crystal clear.

and will chase you in your dreams and will run and will hop...
and will never stop, always chop, until your sanity goes pop.

and then you either hide behind a bottle of champagne...
or stand and knock and roar until you break under the pain.

and if you escape back to comfort, it's still all an illusion...
escaping to the tune of a memory of a pleasant delusion.