Miserable memory craving to be erased
No matter how much I forget or hate to forget, or get over, or give up, once I get to that point of utter forgetfulness, the thought always comes back. And the provoking gentleman waves his hand. And I am enveloped again. And I think again, feel again, become once again susceptible to the awkward feelings of happiness. And it withers, and dries up and falls, and reincarnates itself into an even more magnificent phoenix creature. It gets better every new time around.
The Phantom always comes back.
--- Rilo Kiley
The Phantom always comes back.
--- Rilo Kiley
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