The following is an account of the events That transpired in chronological order She's grown thick skin She forgets all my songs Just like I forget them Because they come too fast Their warmth does not last They've grown cold The moment they Leave my soul She won't listen My words have no weight My love is light My affections are affected And fall on deaf eyes Blind ears Blind ears I've got some tears in some cups In a drawer in my room Evaporating to the jazz Of thoughts of loving you But I told you that she's sick and tired of being with me Simply Simple I told her that I'm sorry That we didn't work for her Simple I told her that I'm changing and tomorrow won't be the same thing She believed me In that way that allowed her to leave me She forgets my whispers And my whimpers And altogether my temper I'm so easy to her eyes Not just her eyes But her lives Her melancholy You see she's stressed and I'm not her remedy Although she loves my way of listing things This just one among many things That she forgets She forgets She forgets She forgets