So you’re in love are you; is this [bad word] my love? 
It’s good to see you’ve moved on while I’ve been gone. 
I remember years ago I used to know someone 
who knew the right things to say, to make this [bad word] go away. 
But I invent my own history to make things seem more real to me. 
So don’t [bad word] a word ’cause I wasn’t ever really there. 
Sometimes I forget where [bad word] from 
and it’s easier to never remember anything. 
And we’ve married and divorced in my head so often 
I can’t recall if I was even there. 
So cross my heart and hope to spit. 
Forget all the lines I fed you in my apartment.