Memory Brings Madness

When I was eight, sixteen seemed an age That was so far away But now I'm eating misery from fruit trees At a ripe old Seventeen Cause in the right hands, i'm a gun And in the right hands, i'm a place to land on And it's your choice, not mine So just tell me, who you decide And all these colors Are in my head Like broken lovers Cause they said Memory only brings madness And I was thinking I was built in To be your back up But reminiscing over past stuff Isn't healthy for anyone And all these colors Are in my head Like broken lovers Cause they said Memory only brings madness And I want to be Soft spoken And not say everything That comes to mind But when I think back on things I know my core is cold Cause maybe I've exhausted Every angle of my emotions And all these colors Are in my head Like broken lovers Cause they said Memory only brings madness Oh memory brings madness Memory brings madness Memory brings madness Memory brings madness