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 on 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

You have been making the movie for so long now that you struggle to remember what happened

You are also starting to forget how you felt

Luckily, you are reminded by the editing process which forces you to look at her

(Biscuit, do you remember?) Moving

(Biscuit, do you remember?) In front of you

(Biscuit) Living

(Do you remember?) Often

(Red, did you forget?) You don't speak to her so you don't know what she has forgotten

The memory of the touch of your lips was probably not her fondest memory of you in the first place

(Binks, did you forget?) She believes you are a slave

(Binks, is that what you think?) To the wills and whims of the mysterious and beautiful

(Biscuit, do you remember?) And maybe