What am I supposed to say
When all the things I love about you tend to fade away?
How am I supposed to feel
When in my head I'm thinly spread and everything's surreal?
Why is it all the same?
The thought of you, it makes me blue
And who am I to blame?
How do I know what's real?
Oh I don't know my self
Picking up slow, here I go
Leave me alone
Memories go, memories I've sold
Leave me alone
Picking up slow, here I go
Leave me alone
Memories go, memories I've sold
Leave me alone
Picking up slow, here I go
Leave me alone
Memories go, memories I've sold