Reckless of hand, a trembling knife Collaborative regrets I’m all juiced up on something but can’t tell what O memory have I got plans for you I’m so off-key I can feel my lips buzz when I sing The streets reek of smoked weed A thousand fires A language speaking for itself As one is wont An IT technician is the ghost in my computer The perfect disguise A cancelled innovation or the childhood that simply will not die A real downer but I’m not one to reminisce You’re going to miss me when you’re bored