[?] The problems
Of the memory of forgetting
All the times we had in my head
Laid upon your lap
Your heads 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 shouldve said that day
[?] the issues
They ever out of tissues
I can cry into my hands
Or I can start another band
I dont know
And dont ask me y Im sad
Because I would just feel bad
Because the saddest guy [?]
And I dont want to be that