I have absolutely no idea
Of what I have left to say
Sunlight brings me new ideas
Darkness washes them away
The closest I’ve got to being happy
Is pretending I was happy from the start
And the closest thing I’ve got to romance
Is pretending I had a heart
All the things we ever thought of saying
And all the things we ever said
All the things I’ve ever seen with you
Are trapped inside my head
Conversations repeat themselves like records
Memories on continuous display
I don’t care if I never see you again
At least they’d go away
I need to ask you one more thing
Just forget we’d ever met
So the thoughts could fade away
And then no new ones could be kept
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