When Can I Make My Memories Go Away?

MRYGOWAY
This song is about how it feels to have traumatic memories that you want to get rid of. It's the next song in the series of songs about a fucked up school (see below if you're unfamiliar with this project). In the song, the main character (the woman in the picture) is experiencing traumatic memories of doing stupid things, as well as traumatic memories of being yelled at by teachers.

As a side note, if any of you out there can relate to this song, EMDR is a great type of therapy for getting rid o' those traumatic memories (but you gotta be psychologically stable in order for this procedure to be safe).

Poopity poops.

Weird memories go away
This is last week's song turned around backwards. The rhythm is a little wonky in places. 

Here are the lyrics:

I steered my boat and it ran aground, my memories go away

I steered my boat and it ran aground, my memories go away

I have a little gift projector, it’s a thing you can use on your birthday

It is a thing from the first director, of that stupid play

When can I make my memories go away

All the teachers in my brain, they say that I am bad

When they yell at me inside my memories , I get sad

When can I make my memories go away

I did stupid things, then I did more stupid things
Then I did a bunch of stupid things all in a row

The teachers know I’m stupid-ing

And that my song will stupid sing

And I am just the stupid queen

Who wants to date the stupid king

Blowing nails into the summer / singing in the dawn

The teachers tell me that I’m dumber / and I should be gone

When can I make my memories go away?

One day, I started writing a song about a fucked up school. Then, a few days later, that lawsuit came out, involving those pervy professors in the Dartmouth Department of Psychological and Brain Sciences. I was all, oh, my stars!!! That’s where I got my Ph.D.! Then I finished writing the song about a week later. I thought it was just a song about how the school system fucks up kids, but after I finished writing and recording it, I realized parts of it were about my experiences in that poopy psych department (the unconscious mind works in mysterious ways). In any event, I decided to write an album about a fucked up school in order to process my experiences of having been in that department and how the culture there impacted me. This album ain’t necessarily about Dartmouth, per se. It’s more of a weird, inner exploration where I’m, like, having a fucked up dialogue with my unconscious about my experiences at Dartmouth. Jung used to call that kind of stuff “active imagination.”