The couch you’re sitting on

Is swallowing you whole

But it’s in this situation

Where you’re the one in control

You hold in your hand

A remote control

And as you turn on the television

You enter a hole

Where you can see

Scenes of people’s lives

Change channels with every click

With every program a surprise

With this kind of power

When no one can see

You spying on moments

You enter divinity

Now as you enjoy watching

An idea is born inside your mind

That made you want to live tomorrow

That made you want to find

The reason, the truth

At the impossible you prod

You’ve taken 500 milligrams of something

But doesn’t television make you God?

You're losing your memory
And all you want to do
Is to remember the moments
That's made up of me and you

You hold the hand that wipes your tears and turns them into rainbows
But your eyes see a continuous blur and a fogging on the windows
Of your heart.

Childhood fun, felt like it had just begun but in a second it's no more
Out the door goes every happy memory and the colors of things that you adored

Until the amnesia kicks in, there's this short span of time
Where you don't know what to do aside from cry in these arms of mine
And we pretend that all is fine
A dream, a crazy thought, a story in a book
And when we wake we'll laugh at how sad and dead we looked

Wishful thinking, we're magnificent liars till the end
Fooling ourselves into believing that hearts don't break, they bend

A few more moments and you'll see me as a stranger breaking down
On his knees when he sees your eyes give a blank stare and a frown
And in his head a voice that stays
And this it says over and over again:

"I don't care if i lose my memory, in fact I'd love to,
Because i'm tired of this same old world and everything i've been through.
But one thing that I'm scared of happening and would give me endless pain
Is when I'll look into those eyes of yours and see no meaning in anything you say."


"You're the only thing I want to remember."

Comes home late at night
Cooks for herself
The world's become
An empty hell
She takes off her clothes
And leaves them lying on the floor
In the shape of an angel
She saw when she was four
A lonesome picture frame
On her desk through the years remain
A picture of her past lover
The only thing that keeps her sane
Paintings on the walls
On coffee tables and coffee mugs
Paint smears on bed sheets
On the welcome mat and kitchen rugs
A gasoline-filled bath tub
Drowning old love letters
Cigarette ashes in the toilet bowl
And the half-heart ring of her lover
Under the sea of piss
It glitters, it shines
A fallen star in a swamp
A diamond in a glass of whine
Throwing roses at the ceiling
Raining petals, what a sight
But not even the devil
Can hear her cry in hell tonight
Plastic plants and lazy afternoons
Not a single thing to admire
So she grabs the matches in the cupboard
Ready to set the world on fire

Fire on the furniture
Fire on stuffed teddy bears
Fire on her cream-colored couch
Fire on her hair

The end.