So you’re in love are you; is this true my love?
It’s good to see you’ve moved on while I’ve been gone.
I remember years ago I used to know someone
who knew the right things to say, to make this hell go away.
But I invent my own history to make things seem more real to me.
So don’t trust a word ’cause I wasn’t ever really there.
Sometimes I forget where I come from
and it’s easier to never remember anything.
And we’ve married and divorced in my head so often
I can’t recall if I was even there.
So cross my heart and hope to spit.
Forget all the lines I fed you in my apartment.