False memories
Built you brick by brick
This whole empty space
Just to keep our abandoned things

Now we will watch the dust cover grows
Over all the years that we belonged

False memories
Overlaying our reality
All this unhandled things
Will burn or rust one day
So much to lose
So few to saVe
I would like to see
What things would you pick
I believe that they
Fit perfectly
In a sardines tin