Demetia

Her mind is like a one year diary
Filled with eighty years of memories
The same news takes her breath away
Everyday, I have to say "your husband passed away years ago"

The look in her eyes is just as bright as ever
Her tongue is as clever as ever before
And it still takes me by surprise, that she's unable to recognise
Faces she's seen million times before

(Dementia)
It makes me terrified to age
(Dementia)
It's becoming a modern plague

(Dementia)
It makes me terrified to age
(Dementia)
It's becoming a modern plague
Just store her in a nursing home

Should i feel bad for being to reserved?
Or is this still a guilt undisserved?
It wears me out to think about what gives purpose to my life
Am i going through an exsistential crisis?

When is it okay to say goodbye?
How old should humans get before thay die?
I wish that i could talk to you
Before you turn into a shell of your former self

(Dementia)
It makes me terrified to age
(Dementia)
It's becoming a modern plague

(Dementia)
It makes me terrified to age
(Dementia)
It's becoming a modern plague

Just store her in a nursing home
Give her food keep her warm
Store her in a nursing home
Find some pills, give her some

Store her in a nursing home
Keep her safe, keep her warm
Store her in a nursing home
Give her some Exelon
Store her in a nursing home
Give her some Exelon
Store her in a nursing home

It wears me out to think about what gives life purpose
What am I all about?

It wears me out to think about what gives life purpose
What am I all about?

It wears me out to think about what gives life purpose. (Dementia)
What am I all about?

It wears me out to think about what gives life purpose. (Dementia)
What am I all about?