I've been taking my meds right lately.
The doctor told me I might forget things,
like the answer to a history question,
or the words about to leave my lips.

She didn't tell me I'd forget the color of your eyes
or the song we swayed to on prom night.
I didn't know I'd forget what I bought you
for our one year anniversary.

My head's been doin' real good lately.
But my memory seems to be shot.
Shot like the blood in your eyes
when you told me you don't know who I am anymore.