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.