So, you want to make a memory?
I suppose if memories remained in my mind
And weren't lost under light filled skies
On those nights I sat alone
And stuck the needle right to the bone
Then I was joined
By a strange semblance of happiness.
I promised. Made so many promises.
.."last time. last time. last time"
I replayed this scene on and on in my mind
Where I could dream, sleep, breathe.
Without the help of this sharp.
That forever, forever has a hold of my heart.

I guess I could make a memory
If I lived off my own air.