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 somе 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 tirеd 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