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Visits It's not what you've been taught(told) you write your name, …

Lauren Clark

on Visits

is that what you’ve been taught?
you write your name, list out your letter
you write your name with that white feather
and it won’t come off

innocence, controlled
you’ve been waiting for something better
you’ve been waiting since last summer
but i won’t tell, oh

it’s your right, I’m told
and the nights past by slower
and it’s pretentious to get a lover
and i can’t forget

nobody goes down
and our nights have gotten fewer
with our lives they don't remember
you don’t have to go home

slowly, you turn your head
and i still recall your sins
i’ll wait, with our lives we’ve got no future
slowly you turn away

put it all on hold
would you like to gain a vision
there’s nights i feel like kickin’
and we all forget

innocent, no more
you’re still waiting for someone better
you’re still waiting for this summer
for the life we had

from what we’ve been taught,
we’re not alone, we’re not together
i read your name, i read your letter
and we all forget