Memento

Washed away they never feel me altar. In spirit filled by my own place. What if things came out awkwardly? Rewarded for my wrongs in song on the edge. Kissed my dreams out with drapes. In tents lavished as we surrounded by ego. Keep it moving along in sorrow. In your mentions talk about my second-grade vocabulary. On this drop I kept it classic. Simple rules between two people in check... Under the skin I was given. Specific days to rule out my cats. About a life in a barrel. My cycles make you retire before the rides down. To pickup where I left off. Found a bottle leak and kept it wrapped. Thoughts for days I become a king on top of the mattress. Words so slick they made out with destitution. First attempts putting foil into the nozzle.