Songtexte Bad Memory - Aidan Cross

She grabs my ear and drags me out for a fuss
I'd say it was sobering if I wasn't half-cut
Burke-ing and Hare-ing what she buried in her gut
And the cut to the chase is a cab that I can't shut
Pint in one hand and my heart in the other
If one's got to spill, then the other's gotta smother
There's only one lid to go around
So the ground never hears the rowdy sound of my heart's pound

I don't need a why, I just need a who
I live in my peripherals, and so do you
If the door had eyes, they would roll at this in-and-out dance I do

Take me out of this room
Before I take somebody with me
I don't wanna be this way when I'm fifty
I don't wanna get drunk
Obtuse and adrift, at hand
I'll warn you
Don't make me out to be worse than you were
Mistake a cry for help for humour
I don't wanna get drunk
I don't wanna get like that
The school ground tells me
Nothing about you
'Cos school is just a bad memory

And when the memory runs dry
Running rings around my eyes
Every face I pull makes a disguise
So I hold my stomach and I don't look down
As pale and ashen as a shell-shocked clown
My face is quiet but my thoughts could drown
Any deafening sound you surround with your heart's pound

Don't need a why, I just need a who
I live in my peripherals, and so do you
If the door had eyes, they would roll at this in-and-out dance I do

Take me out of this room
Before I take somebody with me
I don't wanna be this way when I'm fifty
I don't wanna get drunk
Obtuse and adrift, at hand
I'll warn you
Don't make me out to be worse than you were
Mistake a cry for help for humour
I don't wanna get drunk
I don't wanna get like that
The last three words you said
Ring through my head
Instead of all the bad memories

He lost all of his friends in one swift stroke
So he clutches his pearls to the point that he chokes
For the posture to prolong until the haunting joke
Of his shadow's shape on the wall
Spills into the room where they still convene
Laughter is crueler when their hands are clean
Such a scene subsiding only means
That the green grass found a green side
His youth is preserved by visions of a past
Behind several feet of bulletproof glass
In the head of the steady hands that pass
Sweet confirmation of the brutal truth
That keeps him up when everybody else sleeps
His lowest moments stuck on repeat
Stuck on repeat like an algorithm cheat
Whilst he's climbing the stairs just to smell
That sweet release of time, release me time
The clock can't move back, so the motor is mine
I'll suck up the fumes, I'll rise from my tomb
Alone, I resume

Just me out of this room
Before I take somebody with me
I don't wanna be this way when I'm fifty
I don't wanna get drunk
Obtuse and adrift, at hand
But I'll warn you
Don't make me out to be worse than you were
Mistake a cry for help for humour
I don't wanna get drunk
I don't wanna get like that
The school ground tells me nothing
About you and how you operate
Under your knock-off bombast
Poised to wear a face that's faced defeat
I'd senselessly walk right past on the street
'Cos me, I have a bad memory