Maybe I know that people do love me
But does it
Does it frighten anyone else that
That one day no one will know your name.
Well, isn't everyone frightened of fear?
When I'm gone, all of me is gone and
When I'm here?
I guess not even I know me
I don't know what synapse in my brain is firing you see
Know your own brain?
Because I like to think that I'm important, but
Really I'm another human, just like
And so are you and you'll die
And so will I
Which is comforting
Once all I've done will be forgotten
And my memories will be sodden
Of that I'm not sure
I guess that's why no one ever knew before
That no one else knows what on Earth we are doing
But, I digress
When I'm all gone and not even a dress
Will be left of me or you
And that means there is forever mystery in what we do
Which is yet again
I've confused my brain now
Let this be forgot.