My transparency of skin I forget to wear When words are thrown i'm secretly at home looking through the window, observing every Little syllable And when I snap back into it, inside me is looking through the window observing every Little bit that has stayed with me from that evening I wanna staple it to my skin, and knock my head so I forget it's there, so I never have to Worry that I'll forget again Forgetting happens, but that's life I guess i'm looking forward for it