Testo Forgetery

All the everything pulled me inside
Like a house in a land-slide, or a TV glow
There in the thick of it, as I reeled in the light
I was drowned in the happenstance that all this information would leave me
Back to the shadows

Forgetery
Forgetery alive and well
Call it hands tied
The illusion of choice
Shot-gun wedding
Rock and a hard place
Cause when I taste it
Just one moment of truth
What I’m wishing would linger seems to leave me
And I fear that distraction ever near me
So I’m open and broken
Feels like teething
The sweet pain of the process

Forgetery
Forgetery alive and well