I Forgot... - Yams

The white cap I wish I didn’t break

The tight slap that used to make me shake

The right way to cook a steak, the lake

Swimming with the boys

The book that she’d take, but end up skimming

The sound of my mother’s voice, the toys

That I kept around my other bed

The pounding inside my head

The noise of coming home befor the sky was red

The choic that I didn’t make

The smell of coffee at my grandfather’s wake

The date, of the last mistake i made

To wait, to brake, to take my time

To read the signs, to lead the blind

To break the rhyme scheme, to dream

Of a better future

To log off my computer, and turn off the screen

Yuh

I forget a lot of things, lot of things, lot of things

I forget a lot of things, lot of things, lot of things