Amnesia's a pretty word to speak aloud or writenSo I shall use it as a nickname for the girl I've in my lifenShe's not the sum of what she ownsnAnd she ain't cavalier with the skin she showsnnShe has saved me from the questions in my life that have plagued menNow I know who I am, a tongue-biting one-woman mannnAmnesia sings songs under her breath, she's too shy to projectnShe'd prefer say nothing at all than have to endure talk of the small varietynShe don't always make nice with othersnIn fact, she sometimes makes downright mean with mennBut she has saved me from the long nights and the last calls that have betrayed menNow I know who I am, a house-broken one-woman mannnAmnesia and Me, we're sitting in our treenF-O-R-G-E-T-T-I-N-G everything we once knew