O Memorie I

O memorie why can't you just be good to me

O memorie I need a moment, leave me be

Morning shoots me up and already I'm aching back and head

Shaking myself out of bed and my eyes are all frosty, you know like I've been

Crying in my sleep or something, what was my dream again

Probably a memory, I hear they're all the same as dreams to your brain

I've made my history a list, list, list,

Right here, right now that list is this

In no defining order, across a tape recorder

I've got a sentimental hoarder disorder or I'm just taking the piss