The waiting room clock is broken in the backroom surgery
They say they have the antidote for unwanted memories
I can't erase enough of you
The doctor stinks of facts and shit and through a tired grin
Says "Are you sitting comfortably? Then I guess we can begin"
I slowly fade into the blue
I can't erase enough of you
The colours running through my heart and into my veins
Cover me in all the million different Polaroids stuck inside my brain
Take what you found, something ventured, nothing gained
The waiting room clock is broken in the backroom surgery
They say they have the antidote for unwanted memories
But something itches in my mind
Like I've been here a thousand times