Memory lane is sadnEverything is sadnSo I guess everythings a memorynOr will be or will bennTrue love is sadnEverything is sadnIf you have no one to lovenYou have no one to lose but yourselfnIf you have no trophy to polishnYou can dust the empty shelfnn***nYou cant touch timenBut it can sure as hell touch younIts an intangible whalenYoure one krill in the seanBit by bit, we are consumednDigested and shit out as a stillborn memoryn***nnMemory lane is sadnHappiness is sadnSo happiness is just a memorynOne of Times subtle crueltiesnWhy must the world be so forgettablenWhen the worlds just a memory