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We'll make promises that we will never keep
Promises that fleet and float away while we drift off to sleep
Promises that you will forget, that will disappear into space-time
But I don't know any more, where will the lost promises go

The things we said will be forgotten,
but the things we didn't say won't be
The fabric of the unsaid clothes us;
an item of clothing we may never see

The gestures, the way we moved our hands
The way they moulded to create a story,
a story that explained us, that explained everything
in conjunction with laughs and smiles.

Now please, do not worry
while I wait at the pier overlooking
the ocean and the architecture
I will remember, I will remember
and I hope you will too

ity

Don't you fucking see?
That this is the result of my insanity
Traced back to the subtle abnormality
Of all of this bullshit residing in me