To Be Forgotten

I'm choosing words that seem to be forgotten

As I use them

These are the same words that let me be forgiven

The minute I choose them

So I won't try, try, try

To sell my advice

'Cause it's meant to be forgotten

The minute you try

The lies take the place

Of advice



But I can't say

If I'm awake

Like I say

We're built that way where I'm from

An extension of

Lacan's way

A mirror stage

Of disappointment where you're from



Give me a clue when these words were written

In reference to use them

So when they're gone they intend to be forgotten

The minute you choose them

There's not much point

Accepting your advice

Like oh to be forgotten

'Cause it only takes two minutes for you

To change your mind



I can't say

If I'm awake

Like I say

We're built that way where I'm from

An extension of

Lacan's way

A mirror stage

Of disappointment where you're from