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.