Forget

I'm getting older

Gotta close this door and lock it tight

It's getting colder

But I don't want that old familiar warmth

I've been waiting

To pack this box of Polaroids away

Your memory's fading

The difference is this time I'll be ok

Forget those rings made out of paper and tape

Forget the words you've written because the ghosts have gone away

These old things are fading with their old familiar light