I go out in public now more than you might think, But only after several drinks
Then if I see any girl I've ever met before, I run like hell for the door
Memory records selected shorts and interpretations, Then later plays them back as gospel fact.
You can focus like a camera on Whomever you are capturing. Without exception I prefer it as a way to document The objects of my interest
Red and yellow, black and white But who he roots for in a fight
So everytime I find a girl Beaten, gagged, and bound, I let her go and write it down