Dont Remember Asking You

Jarrett Osborn

In the age of information you can’t call it intuition when the answer’s written up in the stars
On an island you’re so sure of, caught a cold there is no cure for, ever struggling to catch every breath

And I don’t remember asking you
And I don’t remember asking you
Every thought can’t become canon or a beacon of the truth
And I don’t remember asking you

Are the voices you hear echoes, if you’re standing in the pine groves
While the sap it burrows under your skin

Fast express to egress, counting the exits
Puzzling, unending, where does it all fit