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Memories


Memories

 

I knew this girl named June

We really met that afternoon

Now that i think about it, it might’ve been too soon

We set up our own doom

break every lock and we didn't even have a room

Is this my destination is this what i was meant to do

I messed up right there, Try to clean it up, but no broom

I know now i'm singing different tunes

I think im gonna hear the voice of the choir real soon

A little click-clack boom

 

Bottle after bottle

Model after model

speed up through life press on the throttle

Life might flash right before your eyes better put on some goggles

 

Then there was a girl named november

I hated that shone, don't even wanna remember

I felt like i was under too much pressure

I ain't do nothing, No gentleman gestures

Thats probably why it lasted like a two week measure

I take fault for that i feel like i had the problems

But those problems i gottem

Now im perfection embodied

Perfect Mind,Perfect Appearance,Perfect Body

and for a bonus i'm slightly notty

You've been anointed

You are annoying

You ain't gonna see me a day in your life especially in the morning

 

Bottle after bottle

Model after model

speed up through life press on the throttle

Life might flash right before your eyes better put on some goggles








 

There goes august just like perfection

I wasn't protective

I messed it up myself,tad bit self deprecative

There was no sex, No contraceptive

I couldn't understand it,my mind wasn't receptive

Now i gotta let it all die and just live

it was what it was, it is what it is

I don't ask for the past, I don't ask to forgive,You were the target and i just missed

 

Bottle after bottle

Model after model

speed up through life press on the throttle

Life might flash right before your eyes better put on some goggles

 

Now i'm with this girl named January

The way that the beginning of the month could be the end of it all is kinda scary

Once again i'm getting scared when the situation gets hairy

If the time comes would i even marry

Can't stand up like Light headed like a fairy

feeling a little sick like allergies with cherry

Feeling sorta empty Cereal without dairy

If can't see this thing through it Means I'm gonna keep doing what I been do

And I can't have that so I'll just give relationships a good bye and take a thank you

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