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