like a plastic bag or paper receipt
i can only keep the idea of you for so long
the 30 day policy for returns will shortly expire
and past that point, the energy and headspace
your memory consumes
will slowly eat away at my abilities to adapt to an ever
changing environment and i don't like being left behind
baby, i like to do more than survive

but i know somewhere in the shell of a head i hold
is a gigabyte of your data with the strongest pathways
to pleasure and pain, smiles and rain, love and lust
somewhere i'll hide the key in hopes you'll one day return
and unlock this place i hold for you
but for now i require an external hard-drive to export my emotions
to keep me from loving you