Memory Loss

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 This disease I find everything pursuing I forget that I hate so many things Like techno clubs I prefer the queuing 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 Can you please Tell me what I'm doing? I don't know Swear I haven't got a clue It's all new 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