Memory Lame

It's quite a gamble to speak out of place

Those things could kill you but so could your face

What occupies me, pays a low rent

Because fondness makes the heart grow absent

These things I say, may seem kinda cruel

So here's something from my heart to you

Looking at you, reminds me of looking at the sun

And how the blind are so damn lucky

Those holes on your face could be used better ways

Breathing's a distraction when you chatter away

These things I say, may seem to be lies

To seem risque, or sensationalized

And too many people can remember your name

Always walking you down memory lame

These things I say, may seem to offend

But not half as much, as I'd like to intend

Listening to you, reminds me of

A motor's endless drone

And how the deaf are so damn lucky

I'd be happy, if life came to a stall

Then I wouldn't need my senses at all

These things I say, might seem out of line

But day to day, I'm right every time

Looking at you, reminds me of

Looking at the sun

Too long

You'll find

That in no time

You'll be talking to yourself

Along with everybody else

Then you'll despise

The look in their eyes

It may be difficult to tell

If your looking at yourself

And you look fine

If you don't mind

That gaping hole that's on your face

A black hole that's out of place

And out of time

In a tight bind

To find something smart to say

When a silence comes your way