I see the scar, I see the drain pump puncture

My memory recites the story, but I, I can't remember

I've forgotten the pain, it's a funny thing

A funny thing, evolution's practical amnesia

In any other scenario, we're predisposed

To viscerally recall the trauma

I know it was like ten million wasp stings around my G-string

But in my memory, it was the kiss of a butterfly wing

It's a function

So that I might do it again

There's a picture of me packing the wound and draining the grenade

That's my house and those are my clothes, but I don't recognize the face

I've forgotten the pain, it's a funny thing

A funny thing, evolution's practical amnesia

In any other scenario, we're predisposed

To viscerally recall the sting

I know it was like ten million wasp stings around my G-string

But in my memory, it was the kiss of a butterfly wing

It's a function

So that I might do it again

I see the scar, I see the drain pump puncture

My memory recites the story, but I, I can't remember

I've forgotten the pain, it's a funny thing

A funny thing, evolution's practical amnesia