Memories

Of the memories I have,
half are of those I fucked
and the rest are of those I didn't.  

Fuck the memories and bring me the bodies.  
Bring those hairy areas to my basement
and let us build a chaotic relationship.  

Give me the burning cup of juices.  
A light storm, my oh my,
a light storm on our fingers.  
Tell me all your memories again
and let them fucking go away.  

Of the memories I have,
half are of those I forgot.