[?] The problems
Of the memory of forgetting
All the times we had in my head
Laid upon your lap
Your head’s speaking words I wish I forget

If I had a million dollars
I would roam the world for hours
Looking for the words to say
The ones I should’ve said that day

[?] the issues
They ever out of tissues
I can cry into my hands
Or I can start another band
I don’t know

And don’t ask me y I’m sad
Because I would just feel bad
Because the saddest guy [?] And I don’t want to be that