Selective Memory Loss Songtext
von Mark Nicholas

Static stocking feet on fuzzy beige plush shag
Talking through commercials and the standard sick online
A shock to my system would be so incredibly welcome
But the room just keeps on waiting
The night just keeps on fading

Tonight I won′t sleep
I don't want to dream
I don′t own this life
I don't know what it means
Tonight I won't move
I don′t want to feel
I don′t know this place
I don't know what′s real

Thinking that I'm tired so I′m left alone to bounce
Laying on the edge of comfort, setting safe without
Reason to enforce would be everything I need
But the air is still in silence
The darkness somehow violent


Tonight I won't sleep
I don′t want to dream
I don't own this life
I don't know what it means
Tonight I won′t move
I don′t want to feel
I don't know this place
I don′t know what's real

Won′t you show me how my choices have made me a whore?
Can't you tell me to stop and not do this anymore?
Even casual suggestions or part-time interventions
Would be better than the quiet of this pointless self-confession

Tonight I won′t sleep
I don't want to dream
I don't own this life
I don′t know what it means
Tonight I won′t move
I don't want to feel
I don′t know this place
I don't know what′s real