Memory - Chris Cohen

You know you could use those to paint

The more your confused with a saint

The quarter you lose to the floor

Bought this morn

Do not disappear from before

A motive is clearly décor

A motive for an opposite way

Replay

The love I leave is mine to be

If I would find a future free

Without it I’m a member of a memory

The final feeling I believe

Would bind a ceiling on a tree

Without it I’m a member of a memory