Normality is a fantasy that's devised by ourselves
Actually, that's self-advice I tell when I need some help
Because I've been helpless in Hell
Lonely and left on the shelf
Still an open book to tell
In the head we delve
Now I wander in flocks full of
For get me nots
Forget me or not
Now I wander in flocks of
For get me nots
Forget me or what?
The bags under eyes, they never shy
The ones under mine show I've handled declared luggage
Through a bag of batons I rummage for my own composure
Just leave me alone, sir
Leave me alone
Now I wander in flocks full of
Forget me nots
Forget me or not
Now I wander in flocks of
Forget me nots, oh no
Forget me or what?
Flocks of forget me nots
Forget me or not
The root of my problems
With winter en route, I braced myself
I said, "embrace yourself"
The root of my problems
Well, if the shoe fits you
Will a boot be a fluke?
Am I immune?
No I'm f*cking not
Because the signs, they warned me not to slip
Then, it broke through then I tripped
Now, derelict and I need a therapist
Now I wander aimless in these fields
Flocks of forget me nots
Forget me or not
Now I wander in flocks of
For get me nots
Forget me or not?
Now I wander in flocks of
For get me nots
Forget me or not?