Lyrics:

You could call me a contrarian, but I'd disagree.
I'm trying to think what I'd say I am.
I feel akin to the wedding guest enduring tales from the sea.
Maybe you've got something to confess?
Nothing more than a numbing for the searing pain of life.
Nostalgically manipulate.
But I like it, I like it.
It's really nice and I like it.
Is it weird that I like it?
I'm such a slave for these 15 years that I came to life.
Now my fingers stuck deep in my ears.
I'm glad my memory's seen better days.
Forgetting's nice.
What's a memory good for anyway?
Something less than a fiery mess in the dull respite of death.
Unassuming, almost ingenuous.
But I like it. I like it.
It's really nice and I like it.
Is it weird that I like it?