Forget you to other faces,

other places and names I must remember,

voices, cups of tea with two sugars instead of one.

Forget you to their smiles and their daily crisis,

forget you as another face in the crowd,

to how many people I must have met by now,

how I'm seeing them at three instead of you.

Forget you to clock-tickings, time passing,

wrinkles that will begin appearing.

Forget you by the second bottle

forget you like the other ones six months gone.

Forget you by my tenth cigarette of the night.

You'd think I would, only I won't, it's all lies.