[Intro]
You won't go forgetting me
Don't fuck up that memory
I lost all of that sympathy
And interest like a casualty, ayy-ayy

[Bridge]
Whoa, whoa
(God had the right idea)

[Chorus]
Polite, timid
God had the right idea
Spotlight, anxious
More anxious, more anxious
Fall

[Verse]
And the weather came down like a junkie
Everyone close strayed from me
Turned to a check, now they love me, ayy, ayy