Memory Architect

In the moments you're awake Seeping out of sodium light Cloaked in technicolor, and held so tight In the moments you're asleep With no reason to survive In the violence of an ordinary life When this plastic is all that sticks in your hand The only words you'll understand, one of these days In the doorway of your smashed-up apartment With walls like wet parchment And it's all too much to handle Too much to ask of one scandal With numb hands, and even number doubt And so little ever makes you proud Go on and lose yourself in the crowd With no faith that you'll ever be picked out As the wings grind to a halt As the shell disintegrates All is left unfinished, stashed away Nothing heals given time Nothing honours your remorse No cycles can be broken just by force This elastic is all that sticks in your hand The only words you'll understand, one of these days In the doorway of your smashed-up apartment With walls like wet parchment And it's all too much to handle Too much to ask of one scandal With numb hands and even number doubt And so little ever makes you proud Go on and lose yourself in the crowd With no faith that you'll ever be picked out Did you once feel you had a prayer Pressed your face to faceless screen How the glossy grow in quarantine But it's fine, you're the bigger man Though you can't be satisfied No, you never can go back and make it right