Tired, I think I'll be
So you'll find me
With weary eyes
I'll collapse alone
Without a plan
Won't lend a hand
Till I move along
And carry on
To get there eventually

Glad you have found the right time to walk out of that door
Hope that you seek out the life that you wanted and more

My faulty memory
Really saves me
From teary eyes
I won’t be on the dot
The details in knots
A blurry plot
So I’ll write a song
And carry on
To get there eventually

If you and I could rely on the weather at all
Hope you retain the shine after rainfall
Memory under attack
What’s the point of that?
Memory attack
What’s the point of that?

Would you leave it all in a minute?
Could you leave it on for a minute?
Would you even know what’s in it?
But would you want to know if you’re in it?

If i could change a lot about, a lot about that
There wouldn’t be much of a difference
If i could change a lot about, a lot about that
I wouldn’t feel any different