Memory's such a funny thing to me Like I remember local anesthesia surgery I had when I was young But I don't remember the last thing That you said to me Was it that you loved to me Or that you have had enough? And is it necessary for me to even know that It's so arbitrary the fact that I could even still be thinking of you Ten years from now A semi-automatic systematic tendency To let myself down ♪ What the hell have I become? Sleeping through that summer sun And all my friends are walking away As I'm sleeping through that summer sun ♪ Depression is such a fucked up thing don't you think? Those days you're feeling half alright is comparatively ecstasy Tomorrow's a new day And you're battling your brain chemistry It's all smoke and mirrors And I'll be choking for the better half Of plenty more years Bent at the core A semi-automatic systematic tendency To let myself down ♪ What the hell have I become? Sleeping through that summer sun And all my friends are walking away As I'm sleeping through that summer sun