Songs about nothing at all

What do we forget, oh what do we forget in refrains oh what songs we used to know. Trying to remember like ice in the vibrating numbness of a glass still not half empty and other noises who fill us to our brimming cheekbones. Parisian cafes stuffed with intrus tortillants wine glasses fast warm Italian rubber fast Italian suits parking attendants who think God how fucking sad are these who drive away from their time and they can only drive these cars with brevity before they are repulsed entirely and must step from the doors. But what of brevity, we could ask them. We are all brief and only you are moving without velocity. They will never answer but will hand the keys in the moments that are silent.