Lyrics

It's been four weeks since the treatment And my mind is still a mess And what's left of me remembered Well, it's anybody's guess 'Cause my past is like the weather It will come and it will go I don't know, even know What it is that I don't know I'm some Christopher Columbus Sailing out into my mind With no map of where I'm going Or of what I left behind I don't know, the things I don't know I'm sure something's missing, I wish it would show I don't know, you say take it slow And I do, although, how I do, I don't know Are you talking with your husband Well, he hasn't much to say Is it helping you remember I remember that's his way Does the puzzle come together piece by piece and row by row I don't know, I don't know where the fucking pieces go 'Cause I don't know how this started, so I won't know when it's done Have you talked of your depression, your delusions, and your son
Writer(s): Brian Yorkey, Thomas Kitt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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