Exits and trails

Forget my name, forget my number
Please pass on invitations that never should have came
You're that memory I never meant to birth
You're that last memory

Sharp features pollute a worthy face
Disgraceful disaster, miserble results disasterful for now and after
You're that memory I never meant to birth
One more word alone and I'll grind down to the bone

The lines up and down tell our tales
Blades meant to leave exits and trails
And you tell me you have no idea that you have
No reason, no way of knowing
Whether one last season is coming or going
I liked you more before I knew who you were
Refine complex talk pared down to its essential end
Forgive you not, never to feel this, never to mend
Chances I never take expose the smiles
That make my spirit shake

I may need that exit on second thought
I never asked your opinions
Or meant to sell all half-truths you bought
Feel me, why won't you want me ?
When will you need me ?
I wish you'd forget me