Looks like we're progressing
The cold fever you kept in your clothes
Thunderclap of the door slam
I don't know where your memory goes
To some loose attachments
That mean less instead
When you ask me to accept you're already dead

You paid for your protection
Prisoner of a made up mind
The wrong kind of attention
The only part of it that's kind
A dead-bolt in a loose hole
Couldn't hold anyone back
When the temperature goes up from blue to black

I've never felt more helpless
When you say you're gone
Close your eyes and try to speak
Don't say so long
So fucking wrong

you keep trying to protect me
From something that you just can't say
Or keep me from connecting
Your long nights that bog down days
Get into the full sweat
Woke up walking alone
And no one in your the life has ever known

I've never felt more helpless
When you say you're gone
Close your eyes and try to speak
Don't say so long

I've never felt more helpless
When you say you're gone
Close your eyes and try to speak

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Writer(s): Irving Melsher, MEMMALATEL MORGAN, NAKHAMYAH MORGAN, PETER ANTHONY MORGAN, Remus Harris, ROY MORGAN, Russ Morgan, UNA IYARN MORGAN