Stressing out about nothing in particular Made us breakfast with some garlic Now I'm ready to work Now do I walk again I get to where the sidewalk ends To turn and head for home Forgetfulness personified I am the thorn in my own side Swear I was listening But I need you to say it again Please just say it again Mental notes while drifting off Bouts of feeling sorry for myself again Begin again at the foot of our bed At the mercy of the crick in my neck Find me rifling through forgotten things Navigate past the boilerplate Contort myself to shape Feeling out of touch. I see you fading Feeling out of touch. I see you fading Feeling out of touch. I see you fading Feeling out of touch. I see you fading Find me rifling through forgotten things Navigate past the boilerplate Contort myself to shape