What Is Truth?

Sorry I’ve forgotten what I was thinking.
Boring; amnesia
I once knew where I intended going.
Boring amnesia
Did I hear you say you liked me?
No. “Oh!”
Boring amnesia
Will I finish this nonsense?
“I doubt it”
God I’ve forgotten the chorus.

O, one billion brain cells
And I want them back

Good heavens, that’s a start
A billion £s on loan
But, they are in a cell somewhere
I doubt it
Will I finish this nonsense?
Oh no
Did I hear you say you liked me?
I once knew where I intended going
So sorry I’ve forgotten what I was thinking
Boring, Boring, Boring, what?