A gift box full of memories, wrapped up in a bow
Is what she gave me, they can't be given away
Memories burnt into my mind
...
I'm worried I may be paranoid
I'm fearful I've turned too fearful
I'm worried I'm worrying too much
Have I gone a little nuts?
...
I want to talk about a religion
It's sprouting up everywhere
'Tis a vlie little set of rules and beliefs
...
The cold rusty edges of this blade hardly penetrated skin
Yet they would dig so deep right into my heart
I was shocked by the resilience of the human body
...
Memories
A gift box full of memories, wrapped up in a bow
Is what she gave me, they can't be given away
Memories burnt into my mind
Permanent movies stuck on play
I tried to flog em, I tried to lose them
But ultimately I know I'll need them
So I keep them safe in a box labeled
'Do not open'
And I riffle through them all every day