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

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