i might have skipped a few lines
sorry, maybe, i couldn't quite tell
can you really this living?
not knowing, not remembering
forgetting the place where you stand
im dancing along the edge
of a room i cannot cross
waltz across the cold, narrow distance
cutting these ties, fixing my knots
presenting a neat little bow
shipped to another, expelled wearily
while the tempo slows and closes
until there's nothing left but eternity
and everything meant something
to someone like you,
please just forget me.