Oblivion Lyrics

Old kitchen smell

Brings me right back

To a memory I just didn't know that I still had

As a writer

You'd think I could

Tell apart what matters from what should be overlooked

But that is far away from true

Cause I am constantly pursuing

What's the meaning and the use of

All these memories perfuming

All my present days with aged scents

Oxidated by distorted levels of importances

Perspective is relative

I know compared to all the galaxy

My problems seem so small

Turns out I wasn't born a galaxy,

I'm a writer, I recall

I'll only make you cry in public

Thinking fondly 'bout a time

When you were happy with someone

But now it's only in your mind

And you know history books won't tell it

Suddenly you are consumed

By these assured ephemeralities

And people's finitudes

Oblivion

The unavoidable doom

Life keeps passing

Passions mutate

You seem to have gone so far you fear it's getting late

Then you get home

A long time abroad

And you feel the sizes of the rooms are somehow odd

But that is far away from true

Of course you know the house just stood there

While the changing part was you

Who got your memories confused

With trivialities from recent days

Slowly overwriting all the limited space of your brain

Is ignorance a bliss?

I know compared to all the galaxy

My problems seem so small

Turns out I wasn't born a galaxy,

I'm a writer, I recall

I'll only make you cry in public

Thinking fondly 'bout a time

When you were happy with someone

But now it's only in your mind

And you know history books won't tell it

Suddenly you are consumed

By these assured ephemeralities

And people's finitudes

Oblivion

The unavoidable doom

Oblivion

The unavoidable doom