Droned

Knocked me on my head, capturing my child

Then you let me run off into the wild

I thought it was a birthmark, and it looked kinda' nice

I didn't know it was your tracking device

If I'm still awake, then shake me back to sleep

It's just a nervous tick, well you won't hear a peep

And so I saw a memory crawling on my brain

I couldn't think it off, so I dreamed it never came

You're made of something undefined

You're made of something I can't find

I know all eyes are on me now,

So let's make it a show

You're made of something I don't mind