Memory Loss

It’s a trap
Someone’s waiting in the tall grass
It’s a trap
No one around for miles
But you’re all smiles
This disease
I find everything pursuing
I forget that I hate so many things
Like techno clubs
I prefer the queuing
If I curse
If I should accuse you
Please tell me that I’m wrong
If I’m worse
I’m just scared to lose you
I’ve wanted this too long
Can you please
Tell me what I’m doing?
I don’t know
Swear I haven’t got a clue
It’s all new
If I curse
If I should accuse you
Please tell me that I’m wrong
If I’m worse
I’m just scared to lose you
I’ve wanted this too long