Drifted along, lost soul, so what do you know now about forgiveness? Peel the wallpaper back to reveal scumbag, staggering reminder Ended alone, punch drunk, you must admit adrift from the beginning But it takes a strong girl to see when she's weak in the knees and stone blind Oh, and memory's always up for a visit Ah, but memory's only out for itself You see my hands can still speak It seems I can do just what I want to I can lift up a pen and begin to put an end to the smell And all the young men that pass will not ask after the fate that awaits them They will aspire peace of mind and return to the cards they were dealt Oh, but memory's always up for a visit Oh, and memory's only out for itself No, you can't give it away Arms around it Fate, the confusion of the butterfly in the diving bell