Somethings

Are so terrible you don’t want to remember them, like they never did happen. Like some sloppy dream of the mind

somethings are so awful, the shock

Of them won’t let you remember

You can’t dwell on these

Those kind of blows

Those hits that can take down an elephant with one shot from a barrel

You forget you forget you forget

Turn the radio up,

I don’t turn mind’s own

Turn the TV up

I try to forget that it’s there

I don’t WANNA think about that shit

and neither do you

We don’t wanna remember.

At all.

The past at a safe and possible distance.

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