MOLLY

Hidden

Under the bed or up on the ceiling

I'm lying because the truth is complicated

I don't do it to upset you

Hang on

You think I do this just for the feeling?

This ain't fun, it's taking my memories

But how could I forget you?

And the molly never tasted the same oh no as the first time round

She said I never look the same in my photos, blur me out

I promise to explain myself but I won't oh, figure me out