In Loving Memory

Arm's Length

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    When trying hard not to remember makes you think about it more
    I stand up straight, you measure, and you mark it on the door
    Never saw you walk on water
    But I watched you mother four
    You couldn’t raise me like a father
    When we’re choking on our child support

    Well, am I smart?
    Or just thinking really hard?
    Destined for dementia
    Doomed right from the very start
    And our trauma bond was tangled in tape from the VCR
    So sick to my stomach
    I was force-fed the fear of the dark
    And when you lose all muscle memory
    Forgеt completely how to stand
    You know I won’t let you forgеt me
    I’ll come convince you who I am
    Make you understand

    Touch and go
    Now you see me now you don’t
    Phantom limb affection
    Crave the feeling
    Of your ghost

    Now you’re forging all the symptoms that you
    Never had supposed
    Learning to live with them
    Said it’s easier to live alone

    Sick from the soothing
    Drowning in dreams
    Shellshocked in shelter
    You’ll pass in your sleep

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    The thorn in my side was grown from your ground
    You're never before seen, never again found

    And when you lose all muscle memory
    Forget completely how to stand
    You know I won’t let you forget me
    I’ll come convince you who I am

    I came to see
    How the world looks without me
    Is it all you thought it’d be?
    Living in loving memory

    You built me a home inside a bucket
    And you’re poking some holes up top so I can breathe
    Knew I was lying
    If I had to look away

    Do you think we’d be friends when we were younger?
    If I knew you back then, God knows who I would be
    Walking in semi-circles
    To shape this baby face

    You built me a home inside a bucket
    And you’re poking some holes up top so I can breathe
    Knew I was lying
    If I had to look away

    Do you think we’d be friends when we were younger?
    If I knew you back then, God knows who I would be
    Walking in semi-circles
    To shape this baby face

    A picture portrait of you, you’re pouting
    Plucked from the days where you couldn’t feel a thing
    A thousand words and always counting
    But you, I can’t explain

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