amnesia, marriage and divorce

five days old and it's time to die
seems a little silly, don't ask me why
i forget the reasons
but I remember every sigh
five days old and it's time to die

six days gone and it's time to breathe
seems a little obvious, don't ask me
i forget the moments
but remember everything I've seen
six days gone and it's time to breathe

a week gone past and there's no time
seems a little sad, but it's not a crime
i forget all the truth
but I remember the lies
a week gone past now there's no time

no time for being honest
no time for dirty tricks
no time to say I love you
or apologize real quick
no time to remember
every nasty word I said
there's just no time
when you and me are dead.