It’s not what I regret, but what I am able to forget
here and now is all there is to me
it’s not because I try, it’s not a helpful little lie
but it’s why I never paint from memory
hurry! you say, but what if we just wait
what if we forget about today
I don’t need to be right, but if you let me try I might
and tomorrow always seemed the better place
hey sister
if I can’t find a way to clear the air
that’s when I disappear
hey lover
when you’re cuddling me in that Hollywood-kind-of-way
that’s when it’s too late
you too, you got restless on your own
you used to play with me, but then I broke
I heard you found another friend and should you mess things up again
there is always some relief in giving up
hey sister
if I can’t find a way to clear the air
that’s when I disappear
hey lover
when you’re cuddling me in that Hollywood-kind-of-way
that’s when it’s too late