Cross Me Out

Cross me out of history
The taste of my memory
It will surely fade from your mouth
As you move on up, you'll cross me out

You'll cross me out

I am numberless, a touch that happened
Nevertheless, can't be indexed
Bodily recall cannot be recorded
My words on your paper
You'll cross me out

My words on your paper
You'll cross me out

Words gone on paper now
You'll cross me out