Paroles: Idlewild. Post Electric Blues. To Be Forgotten.

I'm choosing words that seem to be forgotten
As I use them
These are the same words that let me be forgiven
The minute I choose them

So I won't try, try, try to sell my advice
'Cause it's meant to be forgotten
The minute you try
The lies take the place of advice

But I can't say if I'm awake
Like I say we're built that way
Where I'm from

An extension of Lacan's way
A mirror stage of disappointment
Where you're from

Give me a clue when these words were written
In reference to use them
So when they're gone they intend to be forgotten
The minute you choose them

There's not much point accepting your advice
Like oh, to be forgotten
'Cause it only takes two minutes for you
To change your mind

But I can't say if I'm awake
Like I say we're built that way
Where I'm from

An extension of Lacan's way
A mirror stage of disappointment
Where you're from

I can't say if I'm awake
Like I say we're built that way
Where I'm from

An extension of Lacan's way
A mirror stage of disappointment
Where you're from