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It's been four weeks since the treatment
And my mind is still a mess
And what's left of me remembered
Well, it's anybody's guess
'Cause my past is like the weather
It will come and it will go
I don't know, even know
What it is that I don't know
I'm some Christopher Columbus
Sailing out into my mind
With no map of where I'm going
Or of what I left behind
I don't know, the things I don't know
I'm sure something's missing, I wish it would show
I don't know, you say take it slow
And I do, although, how I do, I don't know
Are you talking with your husband
Well, he hasn't much to say
Is it helping you remember
I remember that's his way
Does the puzzle come together piece by piece and row by row
I don't know, I don't know where the fucking pieces go
'Cause I don't know how this started, so I won't know when it's done
Have you talked of your depression, your delusions, and your son