You should save things, we should save things
But I don't, I lose things, I lose things
I lost the whole thing in one go
When it could have been saved but I let it go
It was my heart drive, it won't obey me
Takes that information, fills my memory
It churns out non-sense when I reload
I have to decode every single sentence
I don't pour whisky down my neck at night
I don't go binging on the weekend, pass out on the floor
I take good care of you, but you like to attack
By coagulating everything before handing at back
We should save things but I don't, I break things, I break things
I broke my baby, my newest baby
When I could have saved it all but I let it go
It was a major and it started slow
It had a rhythm that could make you move in ways you didn't know
It had this wall of string and a lingering feeling
But it's all gone thanks to yours truly
I don't pour whisky down my neck at night
I don't go binging on the weekend, pass out on the floor
I take good care of you, but you like to attack
By coagulating everything before handing at back
You take a chainsaw and drive it centreline
Straight through my insides when I lose my mind
I'm changing over to a Mac, if you don't give my files back
And it better be intact or it's scrapheap for you
You you you etc...
But I don't, I lose things, I lose things
I lost the whole thing in one go
When it could have been saved but I let it go
It was my heart drive, it won't obey me
Takes that information, fills my memory
It churns out non-sense when I reload
I have to decode every single sentence
I don't pour whisky down my neck at night
I don't go binging on the weekend, pass out on the floor
I take good care of you, but you like to attack
By coagulating everything before handing at back
We should save things but I don't, I break things, I break things
I broke my baby, my newest baby
When I could have saved it all but I let it go
It was a major and it started slow
It had a rhythm that could make you move in ways you didn't know
It had this wall of string and a lingering feeling
But it's all gone thanks to yours truly
I don't pour whisky down my neck at night
I don't go binging on the weekend, pass out on the floor
I take good care of you, but you like to attack
By coagulating everything before handing at back
You take a chainsaw and drive it centreline
Straight through my insides when I lose my mind
I'm changing over to a Mac, if you don't give my files back
And it better be intact or it's scrapheap for you
You you you etc...