Jeromes Dream
The Future of Memory
What's left for me as I wait for
The rest of the world to change?
This cold is now
As I struggle
To see how you see
This world that hates who I am
Just because I don't fit in its box
I can't remember what I
Become when I lose myself to
The rest of your tomorrow
You will never be good enough
To be good enough for me
Again