Don’t take away my name
The one thing that stays the same
In this twisted game
Of ignoring, pushing forward, forgetting;
Pretend we never met, change this setting
But I’m betting you remember my name.
Get the hell out of my bed.
At least, the version that's stuck in my head
From the times we spent all day
Close, whispering, in that comfortable way
Didn’t matter what we’d say
You may remember my bed.
I’ll change my sheets, cut my hair
Pierce my ear, try not to care
That you pierced more than my heart
But you don't remember that part.
Next time I'll be more cautious to start
I'll be more than a name
