He says there are some things he'd rather not remember,
as he tosses back another,
and I couldn't disagree more.
Because I know what it's like to forget.
I know what it's like to wake up the next day,
having to be told.
I hear two different stories,
what am I supposed to believe?
Which one is the lie?
But I am smarter than to believe his lie,
no matter how much I want to,
no matter how much easier it would be.
I know what it's like,
to be told the about worst thing that's ever happened to me
rather than experiencing it,
to imagine it over and over again,
but never remembering it,
never knowing the entire truth.
And I would rather go through it a million more times than to keep living with this doubt,
with this night that has escaped my mind.
So I'll put the cup down,
There are some things I would rather remember.