Concussions

I forgot about life; I forgot that I could sleep
'Cause I wake up in the middle of the night
I know I do everything wrong

You’re my dog, and you walk into rooms
And still think I'm alive;
You think I'm so alive, but I’m never really alive
Concussions, concussions

I forgot about rain; when it falls, it is the king
I forgot about snow; whoa-oh-oh
I forgot about dreams; I forgot even what they mean
I forgot about space; yeah, I forgot about outer space

You're my dog, and you walk into rooms
You remind me that I'm alive
Or at least, that I'm sort of alive; but I'm never really alive
Concussions, concussions

All these concussions, and I still remember your name;
Concussions, concussions

You're my dog, and you walk into rooms
And you still think I'm alive;
But I'm never really alive. I’m never really alive
Concussions, concussions

All these concussions
Concussions, concussions

I forgot about you; I forgot even who you are
But I remember your face. I remember your face

You’re my dog, and you walk into rooms
And you still think that I'm alive;
But I’m never really alive. Well, Cannonball, I'm sort of alive
Concussions, concussions