Memories I Use

Stories ain't always for believing But the good ones should be leaving Traces of the past on the backside of your mind Closets can be such an imposition For the wrestling positions That they put you in with skeletons you find Introspecting feels akin to gambling And if you flip a coin, you are bound to lose Half the time, so I wake up every morning Careful of the memories I use Daydreams don't come up in the evening When you spend your whole night evening out apologies That you gave and that you took Better loosen up your grip or it won't be long Before you find out that you belong In the company of every glad hand that you shook Introspecting feels akin to gambling If you flip a coin, you are bound to lose Half the time, so I wake up every morning Careful of the memories I use I wake up every morning Careful of the memories I use