Please be telling me

You’re coming home

The lemons won’t stay fresh forever

The laundry machine is broken

In this crystal cave

We call home

There’s a bear in the room

I don’t know what to do

There’s things I think I’m forgetting

Circles keep coming to the front door

I left the dishes in the oven again

I think the toaster moved out too

There’s things I think I’m forgetting

There’s things I x2

There’s things I think I’m forgetting

There’s a bear in the room

I don’t know what to do

Circles came to visit in the living room

40 types of ice cream

French doors aren’t saying anything

I put the couch in the pool

I thought it’d be cool

There’s things I think I’m forgetting

There’s things I might be forgetting

Without you

There's things I

There's things I

There’s things I most absolutely am forgetting

Without you

My sticky note

My darling

There’s a bear in the room

My sticky note My darling

My sticky note My darling

Telephone poles spitting splinters

Windows making nests

Borealis tea making dreams

In a parade of emotional abyss on cast iron pans telling lies of moving castles

and urns

Of skeleton warriors who stared at the sun

While mirrors refusing to be seen

And candles being obscene

Picnic blankets even on strike

So they can try something new

While the blues is on vacation

So it doesn't matter anyway anyway

Fondue and ice cubes cuddle as they can

Whispers wish they could scream

Things i think I'm

There's things

think I

There's things I think I'm forgetting

Theres things I think I think I most absolutely am forgetting

Theres things I think

There's things I think

There's a bear in the room

There's things I think I might be forgetting

There's things I

There's things I

There's things I might be forgetting

There's things I think I think I'm forgetting

All the murals have washed away

No more lore no more sol

Quintessential left for drums

Don’t cry yourself to sleep there isn’t any

Left for the desert

Left for the city

Only star fragments blinding the clock

Vhs tape winding out across the rug

Fiction worth a damn

So you gotta keep writing and hit rewind

Please remind me

There's a bear in the room

I don't know what to do

There's I thing I think I am forgetting

There's things I

There's thing I

I might be forgetting