I want to stay
in bed
and have you remember me,
because we can't talk about it
now

listen closely,
this is the last time
we will remember,
how we wish it would have worked

you're image is beautiful
and I
love it

I'm
coming home
so get Mary to sing
the lost words alongside
Molly
and forget about it
all


forget about it
all
and sit there
in our memory
of this home,
it was so perfect

we planned it all,
on the couch,
in midday
with
the sun peering through the window
to match
my dress

I'm
coming home
so scream Molly
to help you
escape your trap
within Mary
and forget about it
all


I will remember you well
because often is a relative word
that whispers in strangers ears
of past melodies
heard through kitchen curtains
of midday memories

I'll remember you well