Confabulate from Rain, Rain by Pyrophoria

The amnesiac lies awake
A mistake
Does she know her memories are fake
Empty, confabulate
Do not take
Says the bottle for the ache
Break
Open what’s at stake
Who cares for your sake
Another bottle doesn’t make
Your sight less opaque
They reiterate
You don’t know your fate
The damage is in a fixed state
It is too late
Drinking yourself into a stalemate
Irate, to date, sedate, this rate, serrate, narrate, misstate, equate, innate, hate
You’ll die alone, get that straight
You acclimate


She went through the windshield
It’s gonna rain but she won’t yield
Just as our lives had healed
She kills herself on the battlefield

I am disinclined
To remind
Her of the time
She scared me blind
Though her voicemails are kind
I never looked behind
She doesn’t deserve to lose her mind
There’s nothing there to keep aligned
Where will I find
There was nothing I signed
Nothing outlined
I resigned
Undefined
I climbed
Past a war crime
I am a paradigm
But the amnesiac is fine
Goes merrily along with no spine
She drank herself blind
She crosses every line
And this is not mine
Life is hers to decline
It is not my design
There was never any shine

She went through the windshield
It’s gonna rain but she won’t yield
Just as our lives had healed
She kills herself on the battlefield

You’ll die never having known
Your life was as brittle as a bone
You killed everything that had grown
You’ll die alone
I won’t visit your headstone
You’ll die for what you did on your own
You carved into yo in urself like in stone
But your mind is like a dead phone
Call and no one home
She leaves nonsense at my tone
Amnesiac smiles for reasons unknown
Ruled a suicide full-blown

She went through the windshield
It’s gonna rain but she won’t yield
Just as our lives had healed
She kills herself on the battlefield

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