Come as you are, as you were, as I want you to be;
As a friend, as a friend, as and old enemy.
Take your time, hurry up, the choice is yours, don't be late.
Take a rest as a friend as and old memori-a,
Memori-a, memori-a, memori-a, memori-a

Come doused in mud, soaked in bleach, as I want you to be;
As a trend, as a friend as an old memori-a, memori -a,

And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No, I don't have a gun.
No, I don't have a gun.
Memori-a, memori-a, memori-a, memori-a,

And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No, I don't have a gun.
No, I don't have a gun.

Writer : COBAIN, KURT
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing