With every breeze another memory fades
Where they all go, don't know
I don't know
But it's a good thing in a way, I guess
I get down on myself a little bit less
And there she's standing still
Now all this retrospect flies down my throat
Well, maybe I, I should have known
Heads up, old me, I'm throwing my new brain
Back to you
Just throw the old one away
New clouds paint this old ground
It pulls me closer to the sound
Of voices in my brain
A chorus and refrain
Wish I had known what I now know
Three girls ago
I wanna go three girls ago