Droned

Knocked me on my head, capturing my child Then you let me run off into the wild I thought it was a birthmark, and it looked kinda' nice I didn't know it was your tracking device If I'm still awake, then shake me back to sleep It's just a nervous tick, well you won't hear a peep And so I saw a memory crawling on my brain I couldn't think it off, so I dreamed it never came You're made of something undefined You're made of something I can't find I know all eyes are on me now, So let's make it a show You're made of something I don't mind