You know something I don't and you take no dissent from me
If I disagree, you say, "The thing that you don't know." You'd rather be right than happy, gratified when your worst fears are true
You'd rather you lost your memory
You'd rather be me
I'd rather be some comfort to you
You think god speaks to you
I don't know why he would...I sure never could
You say I wasn't meant to know
You'd rather be right than happy
You must be the rightest guy I know
I hope that it satisfies you
Sometimes I think conviction is all you want to hold
I wish you all the best; I know that annoys you
Could be that you're not so far gone
Could be that your worst fears are true and, unless you lose your memory, could be a lost cause
Could be that there's no comfort for you.