I don’t always remember when I’ve brushed my hair

Or if I’ve locked the door or done the dishes

I can’t always grasp the little things anymore

Like whether or not I have milk at home

My heart and my mind have gone away

With the fairies they wander and I am left

Wandering in a half-lived life and some days

Are better than others especially the days

I remember when I loved fully and that it was

My choice to like cherries and the colour green

But sometimes those things are hard to remember

And I’m very far away now and then

I can remember when I was whole and happy

But I’m not that person anymore and

I don’t always remember when I’ve brushed my hair