DIANA It’s been four weeks since the treatment And my mind is still a mess And what’s left of me remembered Well, it’s anybody’s guess. ‘Cause my past is like the weather It will come and it will go I don’t know, even know What it is that I don’t know
I’m some Christopher Columbus Sailing out into my mind With no map of where I’m going Or of what I left behind
I don't know, the things I don't know. I'm sure something's missing, I wish it would show I don't know, you say take it slow, And I do, although, how I do, I don't know!
DR. MADDEN: Are you talking with your husband?
DIANA Well, he hasn't much to say.
DR. MADDEN Is it helping you remember?
DIANA I remember that's his way.
DR. MADDEN Does the puzzle come together piece by piece and row by row?
DIANA I don't know, I don't know where the f**king pieces go! 'Cause I don't know how this started, so I won't know when it's done.
DR. MADDEN Have you talked of your depression, your delusions, and your son?