Memory Loss The Radio Dept.

[Verse 1]
It's a trap
Someone's waiting in the tall grass
It's a trap
No one around for miles
But you're all smiles

[Verse 2]
This disease
I find everything pursuing
I forget that I hate so many things
Like techno clubs
I prefer the queuing

[Chorus]
If I curse
If I should accuse you
Please tell me that I'm wrong
If I'm worse
I'm just scared to lose you
I've wanted this too long

[Verse 3]
Can you please
Tell me what I'm doing?
I don't know
Swear I haven't got a clue
It's all new