Memory sneaking out the back door

I’ll gently smash bottles into your skull

Let it be, let hours drip from the walls

Let them pool on the floor, let them see what I saw

I got it all wrong

Tell me it’s ok

To measure things by what could have been

Time is crashing cracking

It’ll break us all to pieces, I can feel it

Rushing away

Memory sleeping by the back door

I’ll gently hold what I have left of you all

Collect and keep the hours that drip from the walls

Who dares to waste one when we’re always stuck in this particular one

Memory