Lighter Torches - Memory Lyrics

Oh memory you turn into confusion
I don't get a thing you say
I can't see the facets I'm supposed to learn from you
All I get is watermarks of aging news
Interpolatingly shining through
Oh memory, you're lacking allocation
To the acidic structures you have made
I'm starting to think you missed your vocation
And no-one told you till it was too late
Do you not feel pressured to perform the best you can?
Are you too proud to let anima lend a hand
Instead of fucking up the things we planned?
You and Id and mind getting it on at night
Have my sense of smell ready to leave it all behind
Let this nonsense go and make this house your home
I swear God, by George, that if you don't
I'll drag you down right with me when I go
Oh memory, you turn into frustration
I'm pretty sure that you picked up in that
Every time I take you on vacation
You cackle and then turn around again
I've given you enjoyment and elation
Beaches, road trips, cocktails and blue skies
All I ask is that you pay attention
And all you say is that you missed your flight
I'm happy to admit that I cannot fully disclaim
That for the state we're in I'm partially to blame
But stop denouncing kindness in my name
I'm not yet fit to fight
But testing battle cries
I'm not yet set quite right
But ferocity's implied
I'm starting to ignore that I've heard this crap before
"I think you're out of luck" she says
And smiles with warm rapport
Oh memory, commit to this some more!

Oh memory you turn into confusion
I don't get a thing you say
I can't see the facets I'm supposed to learn from you
All I get is watermarks of aging news
Interpolatingly shining through
Oh memory, you're lacking allocation
To the acidic structures you have made
I'm starting to think you missed your vocation
And no-one told you till it was too late
Do you not feel pressured to perform the best you can?
Are you too proud to let anima lend a hand
Instead of fucking up the things we planned?
You and Id and mind getting it on at night
Have my sense of smell ready to leave it all behind
Let this nonsense go and make this house your home
I swear God, by George, that if you don't
I'll drag you down right with me when I go
Oh memory, you turn into frustration
I'm pretty sure that you picked up in that
Every time I take you on vacation
You cackle and then turn around again
I've given you enjoyment and elation
Beaches, road trips, cocktails and blue skies
All I ask is that you pay attention
And all you say is that you missed your flight
I'm happy to admit that I cannot fully disclaim
That for the state we're in I'm partially to blame
But stop denouncing kindness in my name
I'm not yet fit to fight
But testing battle cries
I'm not yet set quite right
But ferocity's implied
I'm starting to ignore that I've heard this crap before
"I think you're out of luck" she says
And smiles with warm rapport
Oh memory, commit to this some more!