When you stroll pa**ed the madhouse, my friend,
Are you moved to laughter or pity?
Consider me this, and save all your charity.
It's not the forgetting that causes the pain,
It's the occasional moment of clarity.
Let's drink to sweet forgetfulness,
For memory is a curse,
I recall the best day I ever had,
And I won't forget the worst.
The good times hurt, even more than the bad.
So take the good one's first.
And drink to sweet forgetfulness,
And you take the good ones first.
When you pa** the cemetery my friends,
Do you fill with relief or regret?
Consider me this, when you reach your own end.
The things you can't remember don't hurt,
It's the things you cannot forget.
Let's drink to sweet forgetfulness,
For memory is a curse,
I recall the best day I ever had,
And I won't forget the worst.
The good times hurt, even more than the bad.
So take the good one's first.
And drink to sweet forgetfulness,
And you take the good ones first.
When you walk pa**ed the old folks home,
Do you fill with revulsion or guilt?
Remember me this when you lay down your head,
Castles in the air you'll never regret,
It's the kennels you actually build.
Let's drink to sweet forgetfulness,
For memory is a curse,
I recall the best day I ever had,
And I won't forget the worst.
The good times hurt, even more than the bad.
So take the good one's first.
And drink to sweet forgetfulness,
And you take the good ones first.