there’s a gap I slip between where most things pass with ease through the mesh of webs that are still haunting my head there’s a lot of you or me that I’ve had to reconstruct from bits of other memories neither of us were part of I bent a fiction, dulled it’s edge I bent a fiction, dulled it’s edge repurposed it, joined both ends now a certain shape is slotted in it’s place (now I can’t tell the difference) before it had an ugly history (what was said, what was meant) I scrubbed it raw and shined it through (now I can’t tell the difference) before it had an ugly history (what was said, what was meant) I scrubbed it raw and shined it through you can have my lessons learned tired hopes, tired dreams all of this it never happened blurry hopes, blurry dreams have to write it down, have to spell it out tired hopes, tired dreams all of this it never happened blurry hopes, blurry dreamsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
