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