ok go
return
Now its years since your body went flat and even memories of that Are all think and dull, all gravel and glass. But who needs them Now -- displaced they're easily more safe -- the worst of it now: I Can't remember your face.   Return.    For a while, with the vertigo cured, we were alive -- we were pure. The void took the shape of all that you were, but years take their  Toll, and things get bent into shape... Antiseptic and tired, I can't  Remember your face.    Return.    You were supposed to grow old. Reckless, unfrightened, and old,  You were supposed to grow old.    Return. You were supposed to return.