[VERSE 1] I keep the receipt… Not because, A paper, can’t lie. but because, somebody may later say, the purchase, never, happened… A Family Bible. (VHS.) Photographs. (Notes in margins.) Dates in boxes… Names in, handwriting. The lion, The wolf, The lamb! A movie line, that changed, between memory, and record. I learned, that remembering differently, doesn’t always, prove, the world-changed. It proves… I remember. (It proves…) I, remember. [instrumental break - electric guitar] [CHORUS] Bring me the receipts, for reality. Not certainty— the evidence, we carried, through. Tell, me what, you knew. (what, you thought, you knew…) what changed? (What changed) what stayed true? Bring me the fragments. I’ll lay them out, on the floor. I don’t need, every answer. to know I… should re-mem-ber. more! [VERSE 2] What did “God” mean? when I was, seven? When did religion, comfort? When did it, wound? What is, memory? What is, grief; when nobody can measure, the distance, between two, people? I don’t need, a miracle. to honor, what I felt. I don’t need, a verdict. to admit, that something changed. Meaning can, evolve… without pretending, evidence, is always, The proof (we need)… [VERSE 3] Who am I? Where do I, belong? Who, actually loved me? What happens, when the anchors, disappear? What does difference mean, when there isn’t, language for it? How do you build a life, when the structures, don’t quite fit? Can memory preserve, what physical life, cannot? How much of a person, survives? in stories, In songs? In objects, In systems? (Systems) archives? (Archives) Ooh, ooh-whoa, oh. Ho… [BRIDGE] Not fame; Coherence. That, is the search… Pattern, intelligence: emotion, (politics,) systems, (memory,) symbol, (logistics—) all sitting at, the same table. People called the complexity, confusion. I call it, naming, what was. happening…. And still I ask: “what am I wrong about?” [VERSE 4] The shadow questions stay. What truth sounds petty? What truth sounds grandiose? Who did I envy? What did I sabotage, because success frightened me? What did I stay loyal to too long? What lie protected me once and harms me now? The narrator doesn’t get to know everything. The younger self, gets a voice… [FINAL CHORUS] Bring me the receipts, for reality. The timestamps, The scraps. The forgotten recordings. The voice memo, I barely even remember, making. I don’t need, to prove the universe. I need, to preserve, the witness. If memory is sacred… then, let the archive, remain. human. [OUTRO] Write it down (write it down) Not because, writing it, makes it true. Because forgetting… makes it easier, to lose. Can I get the receipts? I keep my, Receipts…
