Amnesia's a pretty word to speak aloud or write
So I shall use it as a nickname for the girl I've in my life
She's not the sum of what she owns
And she ain't cavalier with the skin she shows

And she has saved me
From the questions in my life that have plagued me
Now I know who I am
A tongue-biting one-woman man

Amnesia sings songs under her breath
She's too shy to project
And she'd prefer say nothing at all
Than have to endure talk of the small variety
She don't always make nice with others
In fact she sometimes makes downright mean with me

But she has saved me
From the long nights and the last-calls that betrayed me
Now I know who I am
A house-broken, one-woman man

Amnesia and Me, we're sitting in our tree
F-O-R-G-E-T-T-I-N-G everything we once knew