The Blind Spots - Your Worst Memory

I’m your worst memory
I’m the gray inside your silver lining
I’m a puppet on two strings
Cut one loose and watch me hang
Call me up, fill my cup
Hit redial just to hang up

I don’t mean to be so bad
History repeats but I ain’t mad
Hated you for his fuck-ups
Played hopscotch to the tune of love

If you remember my taste
let yourself run fast away
You never took tea in haste
Cracked your saucer by mistake
Wrapped your hair around a rusty spool
Knit a scarf – I wear it like a noose

I don’t mean to be so bad
History repeats but I ain’t mad
Hated you for his fuck-ups
Played hopscotch to the tune of love

Traveled the world in a plastic bag
I could still breathe – I could run in fact
Your appetite: my vice. Your vice was my lie
Bull bucks in a mirror, he’ll probably die
Ouroborous was my kid bro 
I taught him everything he knows

I don’t mean to be so bad
History repeats but I ain’t mad
Hated you for his fuck-ups
Played hopscotch to the tune of love

Written by:
MADDY WALSH, MICHAEL G BOND

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Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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