i can't do this anymore:

stay in, black out, hit the floor.

i've forgotten what i'm hiding from

but mama called and cried to me,

"baby, your anniversary was last tuesday."

that's right...okay, i guess it slipped my mind.

and that's fine with me, i guess,

though it came as a surprise.

i gotta celebrate my memory's retreat

it's finally forgetting things. 

i pushed it away. i let histroy lie.

finally memory sleeps.

goodnight. 



it's gonna be all right okay?

i'm leaving everything behind

so goodnight, farewell-and cheers

to the new denial.

exhausted with the born again routine...

you die a little bit each time you smile.

so grit your teeth, they like you happy.