Purge - Frameworks

Torched them all

Every mental image of you

So there’s nothing left

Nothing there when I think of you

But pieces of you still plot in my head

With their plans to take it back over again

Face the blame

Or pretend to call

I don’t call you mine

So don’t claim me as yours

Purged them out

Any lasting impression left

Still nothing helps

Young dumb but never numb

But parts of you that still rot in my head

Petty shards I can’t seem to shed

Face away

Or pretend to call

I don’t call you mine

So don’t claim me as yours