If there's anything that I forget
It's most everything I do
Unaware of what I'm doing here
The moment I walk into a room

There had to be a purpose
Before all this went down
Again, the game of "Rack the Brain"
As I dumbfoundingly look around

Or in the middle of a sentence
As conversations flow
My thoughts tend to slip, going down with the ship
Flushed out of sight from my mind's toilet bowl

Here one minute, gone the next
These random thoughts inside my head
To the point of no return
Took a chance, up and fled

And when it comes to names and numbers
I struggle at times to remember mine
With less memory than my mother
Who, bless her soul is pushing ninety-five

When it comes to memory
I forget most everything I do
Unaware of what I'm even doing here
Is pretty much the general rule