O Memorie I

O memorie why can't you just be good to me O memorie I need a moment, leave me be Morning shoots me up and already I'm aching back and head Shaking myself out of bed and my eyes are all frosty, you know like I've been Crying in my sleep or something, what was my dream again Probably a memory, I hear they're all the same as dreams to your brain I've made my history a list, list, list, Right here, right now that list is this In no defining order, across a tape recorder I've got a sentimental hoarder disorder or I'm just taking the piss O memorie why can't you just be good to me O memorie I need a moment, leave me be O memorie why can't you just be good to me O memorie I need a moment, leave me be I lose sleep but keep my new, defeated face away As my limbs creak and break, awakening all those dreams or memories What's worse than third-person recollected thoughts? Like I'm already a dead man spending more than what he ought to I've made decisions out of love and fear Either way, I've landed nowhere near To understanding this idea of happiness It's too heavy to embrace in case it wanders off and disappears O memorie why can't you just be good to me O memorie I need a moment, leave me be O memorie why can't you just be good to me O memorie I need a moment, leave me be O memorie why can't you just be good to me O memorie I need a moment, leave me be O memorie why can't you just be good to me O memorie I need a moment