Speed Of Mutation

it only seems to happen at three or four a.

m. some blurry half formed picture of some half forgotten

friend becomes clear but i can't hold it ti happens

in my dreams i can't remember what it was that meant

so much don't question speed of mutation even a rotten

creep can have moments sweet and pure i lay there something

missing what happened to that girl is she okay or is

she just a face in the crowd



why can't i think of what it was that mean so much

don't question speed of mutation why do i wake up feeling

that i've lost something big why do i try to hold on

to things that don't exist i keep on asking myself

what happened to that hirl they're moments that i make

up they're moments sweet and pure don't ever try to

find something you left behind don't ever try to make

a memory into something don't ever fool yourself it

always disappears don't ever kid yourself there's no

girl of your dreams don't question speed of mutation