Exits And Trails

Forget my name, forget my number



Please pass on invitations that never should have came



You're that memory I never meant to birth



You're that last memory



Sharp features pollute a worthy face



Disgraceful disaster, miserble results disasterful for now and after



You're that memory I never meant to birth



One more word alone and I'll grind down to the bone



The lines up and down tell our tales



Blades meant to leave exits and trails



And you tell me you have no idea that you have



No reason, no way of knowing



Whether one last season is coming or going



I liked you more before I knew who you were



Refine complex talk pared down to its essential end



Forgive you not, never to feel this, never to mend



Chances I never take expose the smiles



That make my spirit shake



I may need that exit on second thought



I never asked your opinions



Or meant to sell all half-truths you bought



Feel me, why won't you want me ?



When will you need me ?



I wish you'd forget me