Selective Memory We Are Scientists

I'm waking up past noon
I'm never sure what day it is
I'm wishing I was you
I'm wishing I was anybody else

I'm buried underneath
These opportunities
Selective Memory
Well I'll bet you'll forget about me

I'm tired of all the pain
I'm tired of all the problems that I've caused
I'm tired of all the things
I should have instead of staying home

I'm buried underneath
These opportunities
Selective Memory
Well I'll bet you'll forget about me

Well if there was a problem I can't solve, I'd just forget about
I've always had everything I've ever wanted, and never doubted
That I'd not only have my cake and eat it too
But lately something tells me I've been fooled
Well, ah, that you'll forget about me