I was standing in the bedroom when it suddenly came clear,
that at last I don't remember that at one time you were here.
All that stuff that used to haunt me, like your robe behind the door,
for the first time I don't notice that they're not here anymore.
... and I don't remember summer, and I don't remember fall
so it's possible December never happened after all-
Did we trim the tree together? I can't get the image through-
'Cause I don't remember Christmas, and I don't remember you.
Later on, to my astonishment, I did not feel the tug-
when I walked into the Living Room, and saw that sheepskin rug.
All those nasty little echoes, they're all gone without a trace!
It was good to know I could grow unaccustomed to your face.
... and I don't remember Easter, or the rainy day we met.
Did we really have some good times? Come on, tell me; I forget.
Did I think that you were springtime? It's all vanished in the blue...
'Cause I don't remember Easter, and I don't remember you.
If he wants to leave, then let him,
Says the practical voice in my head,
Anyone sensible would forget him...
...just forget him ...just forget.
So Thanksgiving never happened, and Bermuda is a blur-
and I'm not the kind to waste time over things that never were...
Were you really my obsession, 'till our ship of pleasure sank?
No, I guess I must have dreamt you, for the whole year is a blank.
And I don't remember crying, and I can't recall your touch-
'Cause I'd never be so stupid as to open up so much.
Did I really say, "I need you?" No, the words just don't ring true...
'Cause I don't remember talking-
...and I don't remember April
...and I don't remember Tuesday
...and I don't remember Christmas
...and I don't remember you.