Well I woke in mid-afternoon cause that’s when it all hurts the most
I dream I never know anyone at the party and I’m always the host
If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts
You can never escape, you can only move south down the coast.
Well, I am an idiot walking a tightrope of fortune…
(…)
…and though I’ll never forget your face,
sometimes i can’t remember my name.
[A. Duritz, Mrs. Potter’s Lullaby, 1999]