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 history lie..
Finally memory sleeps.
Goodnight.

It's gonna be alright, 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.