It's the little moments i hate to remember
i want to put fire to my head
stick myself in the oven like Sylvia and forget
the way your heart beat so fast against my back
when we were lying there
you, were holding me from behind, so beautiful
and the rest was just silence
the world a perfect utopia of bliss
what i would do to run away from that memory
and a thousand others of your face
the way you laughed when i told you the story
of how my parents met
the way in that very moment i could only think of the story
we would tell to our own kids one day
your perfect laugh, still in my ears
what i would do to forget
i want to put fire to my head
