I'm choosing words that seem to be forgotten
As I use them
These are the same words that let me be forgiven
The minute I choose them
So I won't try, try, try to sell my advice
'Cause it's meant to be forgotten
The minute you try
The lies take the place of advice
But I can't say if I'm awake
Like I say we're built that way
Where I'm from
An extension of lacan's way
A mirror stage of disappointment
Where you're from
Give me a clue when these words were written
In reference to use them
So when they're gone they intend to be forgotten
The minute you choose them
There's not much point accepting your advice
Like oh, to be forgotten
'Cause it only takes two minutes for you
To change your mind
But I can't say if I'm awake
Like I say we're built that way
Where I'm from
An extension of lacan's way
A mirror stage of disappointment
Where you're from
I can't say if I'm awake
Like I say we're built that way
Where I'm from
An extension of lacan's way
A mirror stage of disappointment
Where you're from
