don't you remember
that I never forget

sleek sharp night on silver chrome
and I'm so tired of the trees we pass
of myself.
you're not holding me anymore
but it's good you could untangle yourself
still, I wish I had your hand

don't you forget
that I never remember

look ahead
I can see, among the trees
roads lined with skulls and croosbones
up where we're fucking frozen
warn me before I go down that road
when I start to show through my lacquer
I don't want to see myself in pieces