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Are your memories free?

Or should they be? 

In every promise there's a vice  

It's not my heart I'm breaking  

But it's theirs 

When it's a choice  

And now its what we cannot change  

That tilts the balance  

What we cannot fix  

That has myself slipping out of context  

Is there room for debate?

Every moment sends me farther  

From a decision I cannot make in haste 

There's a future that's not just mine  

And a space for it to live in

Right now

I have to trust that somewhere else

The future grows

Where I haven't seen yet

But yet it feels like home