If I had a conversation with my brain, I wonder what it would say;
Sorry I'm a mess and have you depressed, making you feel this way.
Im good at helping you remember a lot, but also make you forget;
so drink a brew because I ******* you, you're now in so much debt.
So sorry for the restless nights, on nights just like this;
I know your sad and always feel bad, because you really miss your Miss.