Like ghost games I conjure up pictures of events in my mind The swearing and the cannons of laughter buzz of static counting out time What I wish would have happened I now paint and dress it up well and send it like truth to the tape letting history swell
Fingerprints are all but gone so I can make up the story as it goes along
There might be the good old days if all the right things get forgotten A smile can sti will be photogenic if you can not see the molars are rotten I hope youve had revelations since I left you behind I will at least pretend that you are happy to stop guilt from making me come untied since...
Fingerprints are all but gone so I can make up the story as it goes along Fingerprints are all but gone so I can make up the story as it goes along
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