Save Button - Cathy Davey

You should save things, we should save things

But I don’t, I lose things, I lose things

I lost the whole thing in one go

When it could have been saved but I let it go

It was my heart drive, it won’t obey me

Takes that information, fills my memory

It churns out non-sense when I reload

I have to decode every single sentence

I don’t pour whisky down my neck at night

I don’t go binging on the weekend, pass out on the floor

I take good care of you, but you like to attack

By coagulating everything before handing at back

We should save things but I don’t, I break things, I break things

I broke my baby, my newest baby

When I could have saved it all but I let it go

It was a major and it started slow

It had a rhythm that could make you move in ways you didn’t know

It had this wall of string and a lingering feeling

But it’s all gone thanks to yours truly

I don’t pour whisky down my neck at night

I don’t go binging on the weekend, pass out on the floor

I take good care of you, but you like to attack

By coagulating everything before handing at back

You take a chainsaw and drive it centreline

Straight through my insides when I lose my mind

I’m changing over to a Mac, if you don’t give my files back

And it better be intact or it’s scrapheap for you

You you you etc…