Goldfish Memory

Left my keys in the fridge again

Coffee on the stair

Still cold

Taxi waiting while I chase my head

Screenshots of a text I never sent

I keep a list of all my plans

Folded in my pocket

Washed it in the wash again

Faces

Places

Slipping through my hands

But one thing sticks like ink on skin

You’re my goldfish memory exception

Everything else just blurs

Then it’s gone

Name on repeat in my reflection

Stuck in my head like a three-word song

Goldfish memory

Spinning in circles

Round and around but I land on you

Goldfish memory

Tiny in a big world

Somehow I never lose the shape of you

Half a story in my camera roll

Laughing in a store I can’t recall

I forget the joke but I feel the glow

Like a film I watched behind a wall

I trace the outline of your coat

Threadbare collar

Hands too cold

Whole days vanish

Out of scope

But your crooked grin is carved in stone

Maybe my brain keeps breaking on purpose

Dropping the rest just to make you the focus

If everything fades when the credits run

Why do you stay when the scene is done? [low vocal register]