Memorize the angles of your face And tape record the way you say my name Relate the way you smell and taste To tangibles no absence can erase Forget about the words you've said and meant As words mean very little in the end These memories made fresh i will defend And i promise that i won't forget again With feral fingers I will trace And render all your features in their place And pray that in the fruits have dogged faith There's something fatal fate cannot outpace The shallow rise and fall behind your chest A vacancy that lingers like like the debt Collapsing in the cadence of your breath A lifetime looking forward to forget Were I to exploit these memories (e.g. the space that's just above your knees) (i.e. indulge some vulgar need) I'd hope that you'd forgive me