forgetery

all the everything

pulled me inside

like a house in a land-slide

or a tv glow

there in the thick of it

as i reeled in the light

i was drowned in the happenstance

that all this information would leave me

back to the shadows

forgetery. forgetery alive and well

forgetery. forgetery alive and well

call it hands tied

the illusion of choice

shot-gun wedding

rock and a hard place

'cause when i taste it

just one moment of truth

what i'm wishing would linger

seems to leave me

and i fear that distraction

ever near me

so i'm open and broken

feels like teething

the sweet pain of the process

forgetery. forgetery alive and well

forgetery. forgetery alive and well

forgetery. forgetery alive and well