The Art of Forgetting

Sometimes I forget where I am, where we are

Like Alice, in my body, I feel much too bizarre

I swear and I argue and I use love as a crutch

I'm shallow and hollow and I drink way too much

Scrape the surface of the thin icy shell

Teeth chatter a little as your hands start to swell

Maybe you'll see me, just maybe you might

Catch a mere glimpse of me in the sunlight

You might warm me up, you might melt me down

But I'm much too terrified to witness you drown

So I clog up my arteries with all the pain

And I pretend that I'm foolish and vain

It's so much easier to pretend to be free

Much better to be... a girl who's not me

I take three steps forward, and then four steps back

Moving so slowly through the tunnels so black

Moving like molasses through a world so obscure

Hating myself and then finding a cure

Loving myself and then biting my tail

It goes in circles to no avail

Sometimes I forget where I am, where we are

All I know is I want to go far

Far away from the world so bizarre

Back to the misty gloom of the bar

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