If a memory makes a moment
I feel I've been here before
Looking at the sky above me
Staring down at the floor

I try to explain my reasons
The logic of simpleness
But the reasoning of the moment
Is nothing I can contest

You never hear what I say
You never see what I do
You always just get your way
I'm so confused

I think of what you do all day
I wonder if what you think is [bad word] You always get what you want
I can't [bad word] you