memory stored, seems like so long ago...
not caring and a trophy wife, both just for show,
instead of restart, best cling to what can no longer exist,
what is love? give in to the farce you can barely resist,
losing hope, we've coined it the max polasko loss,
symptoms: tears, fatigue, headaches that burn like tabasco sauce,
need to do something, a new place unlike cross creek,
stop here, because the less i say, the more i can speak.