Amnesia and Me

Amnesia's a pretty word to speak aloud or write

So I shall use it as a nickname for the girl I've in my life

She's not the sum of what she owns

And she ain't cavalier with the skin she shows

She has saved me from the questions in my life that have plagued me

Now I know who I am, a tongue-biting one-woman man

Amnesia sings songs under her breath, she's too shy to project

She'd prefer say nothing at all than have to endure talk of the small variety

She don't always make nice with others

In fact, she sometimes makes downright mean with me

But she has saved me from the long nights and the last calls that have betrayed me

Now I know who I am, a house-broken one-woman man

Amnesia and Me, we're sitting in our tree

F-O-R-G-E-T-T-I-N-G everything we once knew