MEMORY LOSS
Mum said that I would forget
My head
If it weren't screwed on
Bumping a sad string quartet
In my headphones
As my theme song
I attempt to jog the memory loss
Nostalgically eat candy floss
And supplements I bought from a quack
Perhaps, I need some stronger sauce
It's hung like an albatross around my neck
It's breaking my back
Lose every Monopoly
Game we would play
On the weekend
Think I lost my virginity under a tree
Now, that's some achievement
I'm thinking back in retrospect
I should've had more respect
No regrets, but hindsight's a bitch
I should've practised safer sex
Should've practised happiness
Should've scratched every itch
And it's all downhill from here
So, I buckle up and hope I'll survive this slippy slope
I'm an unwilling volunteer
Like an animal under a microscope
I used to run like the wind
Out of my skin
Throw up on the back seat
If I was out on a whim
I'd drop you my pin
And you would play taxi
I attempt to jog the memory loss
Eat my grandma's apple sauce
Take me back to meat and two veg
I remember fighting with my boss
Paid holiday and travel costs
I've no idea what happened next
And it's all downhill from here
So, I buckle up and hope I'll survive this slippy slope
I'm an unwilling volunteer
Like an animal under a microscope
(Like an animal under a microscope)
(Like an animal under a microscope)
And it's all downhill from here
So, I buckle up and hope I'll survive this slippy slope
I'm an unwilling volunteer
Like an animal under a microscope
My head
If it weren't screwed on
Bumping a sad string quartet
In my headphones
As my theme song
I attempt to jog the memory loss
Nostalgically eat candy floss
And supplements I bought from a quack
Perhaps, I need some stronger sauce
It's hung like an albatross around my neck
It's breaking my back
Lose every Monopoly
Game we would play
On the weekend
Think I lost my virginity under a tree
Now, that's some achievement
I'm thinking back in retrospect
I should've had more respect
No regrets, but hindsight's a bitch
I should've practised safer sex
Should've practised happiness
Should've scratched every itch
And it's all downhill from here
So, I buckle up and hope I'll survive this slippy slope
I'm an unwilling volunteer
Like an animal under a microscope
I used to run like the wind
Out of my skin
Throw up on the back seat
If I was out on a whim
I'd drop you my pin
And you would play taxi
I attempt to jog the memory loss
Eat my grandma's apple sauce
Take me back to meat and two veg
I remember fighting with my boss
Paid holiday and travel costs
I've no idea what happened next
And it's all downhill from here
So, I buckle up and hope I'll survive this slippy slope
I'm an unwilling volunteer
Like an animal under a microscope
(Like an animal under a microscope)
(Like an animal under a microscope)
And it's all downhill from here
So, I buckle up and hope I'll survive this slippy slope
I'm an unwilling volunteer
Like an animal under a microscope
Credits
Writer(s): Murray Cameron Matravers, Alessandro Buccellati, Gianluca Buccellati
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