619. Memory Cells

619. Memory Cells from lara's hype eng vol. AM. Web player, likes, and session sync: https://lare.m-d-r-n.com/play/619 Telegram post: https://telegram.me/lara_just_in_case/714 Lyrics: [Verse 1] I keep a dedicated folder in my head — birthdays, voices, faces, everything you said. Sorted, not deleted, stored and indexed right. I set the notification. Watched it pass at night. Adult life is something nobody warned me through — it drains every outgoing signal that I knew. I love you. I remember. I just cannot send. Fingers on the keyboard. Nothing in the end. [Chorus] Memory cells are full, outgoing channel dead. I know your birthday. I just go to bed. I think I need a couple lives as a hermit monk to reboot, restore, defrag the junk. [Verse 2] This is what they call adult — you love but don't write. You know the date, you know the name, you lose the fight. The hermits had the right idea all along — no outgoing messages, just silence and a song. I never stop being amazed at how it goes: the closer that I hold you, the less anyone knows. All my bandwidth spoken for by nothing real. Dear people in my memory. You know the deal. [Chorus] Memory cells are full, outgoing channel dead. I know your birthday. I just go to bed. I think I need a couple lives as a hermit monk to reboot, restore, defrag the junk. [Outro] Restore. Restore. The cells are fine — just no signal left to send.