| I woke up to a blindin' light in my face and asked «Where am I?» |
| An attractive nurse replied «ICU» |
| I retracted my first response and contemplated my retort, then |
| Thought to myself «Okay, I see you too» |
| Philosophical sergeant, war monkey, Caesar |
| I was seized and suffered head trauma, now I suffer from seizures, wrote |
| Fuck you in the palm of my hand as a contingency plan |
| Just to remember how to greet you, Amnesia |
| I’m sorry, what’s your name again? Oh, fuck you |
| Old man Logan, my memory slips |
| So I sip Hennessy quick to remmber my own nostalgia |
| Rappers get on my nrves, Fibromyalgia |
| The methamphetamines mean I’m a method-less recorder |
| I’m methodist with attention deficit disorder |
| So please can you forgive me if these words are never said |
| And trust me that they’re there, but they get stuck inside my head when I say |
| Even when I lost I hear |
| The sweetness of your charm |
| I’d never let go again |
| If I could hold you in my arms, oh |
| I love you, love you |
| I love you, love you |
| So if sleep is the cousin of death, then |
| Naturally naps are the nephews of narcolepsy |
| Which will inevitably destroy your agility |
| When being sedentary becomes the son of senility |
| It’s becomin' virtually impossible to cope |
| When I gargle with the lotion and brush my teeth with the soap |
| Scope, how I left my cell in the refrigerator |
| My brain used to contain about a thousand gigs of data |
| Now I’m watchin' new Al Pachino flicks screaming «Attica, attica» |
| Vexed on the floor doing stretches for my sciatica |
| Wide awake, staring at Late Night, watching The Roots perform like wait |
| That’s not Alex Haley in Africa? |
| Fragmented thoughts in a non linear thread |
| Beautiful sentiments get deferred after the meds |
| So please, could you forgive me if these words are never said? |
| But trust me that they’re there, but they get stuck inside my head when I say |
| Even when I lost I hear |
| The sweetness of your charm |
| I’d never let go again |
| If I could hold you in my arms, oh |
| I love you, love you |
| I love you, love you |