If I look in a mirror
If I look behind my eyes
I see a man staring back at me
With an empty spot in his brain
Where he’s ripped out your memory.

It grew there like a cancer
It grew and festered and ate
It swelled black and bilious, never happy
And it tried to eat the rest of my brain
So I killed it with a do-it-yourself lobotomy.

Now that it’s gone I can see
Now that it’s gone I think I’m free
But there’s something missing, something I miss
And I’m looking to fill it and rebuild my brain
So maybe you can help me, I think I can tell if you give me a kiss…


M. PotPie