The Memory Store

I don't want to listen to these memories anymore
Just waiting there, taunting me! Taunting me back and forth
Between happy and sad, all fucking day long
One moment I cry and the next I'm a bit trippy
One moment I'm gleeful the next one I'm slipping

I want brand new memories
So lets go to the memory store
Where we can make memories
Of walking on the beach shore
Of silly late nights, sleepovers, and more
Of playgrounds and wa-ho* and screaming through doors
Of laughing and singing and screaching from tickling
To memory store we go! This is what I will be