Memory Folds
Fine tuned like wound
Oh the light, it gets me
It gets me
Harsh angles to swoon
With the rind, the grapefruit pith
I love the burnt cocoa smells
Seeping through my streets
Coaxing me to breathe deep
When words give you chills the world stands a little more still
I can see in in a freeze frame
Far from bus stops and blame
We are all the same
We are all the same
Oh I don't know if i belong in Chicago
But I know it resides in my bones
In my bones in my bones in my bones
My memory folds
My memory folds
My memory folds
Memory folds
My memory folds in on itself
On itself
Oh my my memory folds
Memory folds
My memory folds in on itself
On itself
Like an Ikea shelf
'Cause i'm fine-tuned like a wound
Oh the light
It gets me
The burnt cocoa smells seeping through my streets
They get me
Oh they get me
Oh that grapefruit rind, that kinda light
It gets me
Oh it gets it me
The people on my street, people that i meet, they get me
Oh they get me
It resides in my bones
In my bones
It resides in my bones
In my bones
In my bones
It resides in my bones
In my bones
In my bones
It resides in my bones
In my bones
In my bones
It resides in my bones
In my bones
In my bones
It resides in my bones
In my bones
In my bones
It resides in my bones
In my bones
In my bones
It resides in my
It resides in my
It resides in my
Oh the light, it gets me
It gets me
Harsh angles to swoon
With the rind, the grapefruit pith
I love the burnt cocoa smells
Seeping through my streets
Coaxing me to breathe deep
When words give you chills the world stands a little more still
I can see in in a freeze frame
Far from bus stops and blame
We are all the same
We are all the same
Oh I don't know if i belong in Chicago
But I know it resides in my bones
In my bones in my bones in my bones
My memory folds
My memory folds
My memory folds
Memory folds
My memory folds in on itself
On itself
Oh my my memory folds
Memory folds
My memory folds in on itself
On itself
Like an Ikea shelf
'Cause i'm fine-tuned like a wound
Oh the light
It gets me
The burnt cocoa smells seeping through my streets
They get me
Oh they get me
Oh that grapefruit rind, that kinda light
It gets me
Oh it gets it me
The people on my street, people that i meet, they get me
Oh they get me
It resides in my bones
In my bones
It resides in my bones
In my bones
In my bones
It resides in my bones
In my bones
In my bones
It resides in my bones
In my bones
In my bones
It resides in my bones
In my bones
In my bones
It resides in my bones
In my bones
In my bones
It resides in my bones
In my bones
In my bones
It resides in my
It resides in my
It resides in my
Credits
Writer(s): Shélan O'keefe
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