Stressing out about nothing in particular
Made us breakfast with some garlic
Now I'm ready to work
Now do I walk again
I get to where the sidewalk ends
To turn and head for home
Forgetfulness personified
I am the thorn in my own side
Swear I was listening
But I need you to say it again
Please just say it again
Mental notes while drifting off
Bouts of feeling sorry for myself again
Begin again at the foot of our bed
At the mercy of the crick in my neck
Find me rifling through forgotten things
Navigate past the boilerplate
Contort myself to shape
Feeling out of touch. I see you fading
Feeling out of touch. I see you fading
Feeling out of touch. I see you fading
Feeling out of touch. I see you fading
Find me rifling through forgotten things
Navigate past the boilerplate
Contort myself to shape