Are from someone I used to know
The absent color memory
Is something consantly under my feet
Then our shell won't hold,
Exploding,
And the air won't smell nice.
The echos I remember
Are from someone I no longer know
The absent white memory,
Is now just black and white
Maybe a tint of lomo,
For the effect of representing something
Or someone
Special
But it's just a phase that will soon
Dissolve
But how honest can I be?
When I know
You mean nothing to me,
Just like I mean nothing to you
With your new life
Normal job,
Old shoes
and a glass of beer in you hand,
Taking a drag on that cigarette
Maybe checking your phone for
A message that would never come
But I think you represent all
Humans
Especially the ones who
Can never be content
With what's in front of them.
Oh the robotics of human nature.
I just want you out of my head.
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