Its all O.K.

Lay on your trip I',m sure I can handle it,loads of guilt thou I've never felt such hollow vacuum wonderment.I've left loads of room for improvement,give the details to me, I shall secure them beneath the rest of the cement that preserves my memories in which I will not recall.I drink straight from the bottle, deny everyone the truth thats always been my motto.Including myself,no lonesome memories no lonesome shelf.So again,go on pour it on, I've smartly survived this long,I buried my guilt with your bones ,together they are gone.Give it, give it to me, your trip your baggage I'll mis tag it, gladly send it away on a silver tray, looks so good in front of a crowd.All as it should be, all seeming so proud,total denial somehow never spoke before out loud, accidentally lost that every file ,misplaced in the heap over by the ancient pile,lay it on ,its all gone...