When I listen to you speak Then you ask for my opinion I forget the words I want to say As the redness fills my cheeks Then so blessed are we meek As we're left shy by the wayside Still sitting shy by the way side While they fly by I swear it's the last time When your mind has gone lame Short term memory loss is the one to blame Your thought train has changed lanes Short term memory loss is the one to blame ... poor you ... poor you! When I feel this self aware I tend to hide behind my hair All attempts at talking sense slip away Feel a sweat over my face Then a pause as I retrace Wish I'd never spoken in the first place
Still sitting shy by the way side While they fly by I swear it's the last time When your mind has gone lame Short term memory loss is the one to blame Your thought train has changed lanes Short term memory loss is the one to blame ... poor you ... poor you! We're calling We're shouting from the top I'm stalling I've had a mental block No handle I'm slipping into shock When your mind has gone lame Short term memory loss Is the one to blame Your thought train has changed lanes Short term memory loss Is the one to blame Short term memory loss Is the one to blame..poor you ... poor you