Offers - Memory Tapes

I could be wrong, we could wait to tomorrow

When the money’s spent there’s nothing left of me

You’re carried off by a weight that just follows

All the others that we drag beneath our feet

And I said

You were always like a child

This was just a fantasy

Woke me up inside from some kind of channelled sleep

Drag me along

That’s a way that I follow

And we’re better off pretending to be friends

It’s good enough, that that’s all we can offer

Lower your expectations of me

You were always like a child

This was just a fantasy

Woke me up inside from some kind of channelled sleep

Our time has come

We’ve carried on

So long

I can’t hold on

We are so young

We’ve already spent so much

What’s left

Hold on