memories, played in reverse
Category: Notebook
I must prove, there is more do if you go against the groove, so I move
so I can get into the one two
steady flow, as I patrol on the steady stroll
the willie hutch in me, stuck in the gut so I keel over to clutch
the what, the feeling so close I can almost touch
but Im left faint and confused
far from abused, not confused, I see my muse
memories, played in reverse
without a rehearse
once a joy, now a curse
I question the the context of worth
like the content of the verse
memories, played in reverse
with a broken rewind button
i check my pockets looking for something
Only lint my search resulted in nothing
its stuck on my sleeve, I can't leave
I cant believe I let you leave
my goodness, I would like to retrieve
memories played in reverse
I guess it cant be
I guess we will never see
I guess I need to be
Someone other than me