Lyrics

I want to fly so far away that I'm forgotten To remain impressed in those I never knew Magic glue Disappearing and cementing Strong and hidden: self-extending It's easy: "I know no one And no one knows me." Is knowing actually a real thing? Is it all just thought and feeling? In aging our memories shrink In others our memory grows Early 2010s: I didn't live in Bellingham; His broken nose: a rhizome root My crooked face is ash in wind I didn't blackout each weekend No tears in soup or oldest friends No life before this moment A memory of a memory: A story of self controlling me In aging our memories shrink In others our memory grows I'd be devoted to distance If not for aging parents; Boxes in the attic Mold forming in absence