Comprehend from O Memorie by O Memorie

Can you begin to understand
Can you begin to comprehend
Can you begin to conceive
We’re at the end

I got my door fixed finally
But now I still take my time leaving this room
I just stay learning trades burning kindly
Keeping away from an end too soon

It’s a kind of young mythology
The transcendence of a thousand-year weekend
But I’m not born from the odyssey
I’m Icarus on the mend (what a bellend)

Will you believe in something true
Will you believe in the pretend
Will you have faith that you’re you
Right at the end

I always did fuck up the opening act
And I’m not one for repeats
Of course, some of you were hoping that
Clear off the edge of your seats

It’s a sort of sorry parody
And the actor fits the crime
What a comedy to tragedy
Where we swallowed all our lines

Can you begin to understand
Can you begin to comprehend
Can you begin to conceive
Will you believe in something real
Will you believe in the pretend
Will you accept what you feel
Here at the end

And the sun does its thing in the morning

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