Fitting

Written by: Tanika Cooks

Beat me down 
With that familiar sound
Of misinformation missed
Of god and holy bliss 
Of moments good and bad and people

Carry out all that life’s about 
And make it stick like cement to the roof of your mouth 

Just forget the only thing that means anything 
Anything 
Anything
Just forget the only thing that means anything 
Just forget me please 

A constant dream I have 
With the closing of my eyes
Is the moon defeating the sun in an arms race 
Is the loss of my sanity into dead space
It disappearing into you 
Is the spreading of my thighs 

Show me what I’m missing 
Hand me all you’ve got
Tie me up and leave me
To suffer kindly with my thoughts 

And just forget the only thing that means anything 
Anything 
Anything
Just forget the only thing that means anything 
Just forget  me