Something to forget about, eye for a sunken rite. Are you sick of it? Well hang my door. Yea' Into a bit of fight, now I feel butterflies. Into a better man, into stones. Well I don't know man. I don't know man. Something to forget about, God knows where about, Can you get rid of it? Well hang my door. Yea' Into a bit of fight, now I feel butterflies. Can you be a little less? Into stones. Well I don't know man. Well I don't know man. I ain't done not yet. I could care, I could care. I ain't done not yet. I could care less.