My brain is like a sieve sometimes it's easier to forget all the bad things you did to me, you did to me. my brain is like sieve but it knows when it's being messed with if you wanted you could come in, so come in.
When you said you loved me when you told me you cared that you would be a part of me, that you would always be there did you really mean to hurt me? no, I think you only meant to tease. But it's hard to remember, I lost my memory. See,
my brain is like a sieve sometimes it's easier to forget all the bad things you did to me, you did to me. my brain is like sieve but it knows when it's being messed with if you wanted you could come in, so come in.
You ought to be ashamed of your behaviour when you're treating me this way as if I had deserved to be a place to vent your ire some day I'm gonna douse that bonfire we make a crucial team for a dying world and style is a word I never even heard in your vocabulary, victim of a murder mystery ...murder!
My brain is like a sieve sometimes it's easier to forget all the bad things you did to me, you did to me. my brain is like sieve but it's a place where we both could live if you wanted you could come in, so come in.
Compositor: Thomas Morgan Robertson (Dolby Thomas) ECAD: Obra #52677