Thank God for memories

You know, i hate this
sometimes i just hate memories
Who decides what you remember?
Who decides what gets lost
tanbgled up in nature's complicated webbs
who, really?
...decides that tonight, i wont remember that he was such a bitch
that he reeked of nasties
that he was dumber than a doorknob
that he was dryer than wheat crackers
and even more importantly,
that he was just a plain ass hole?
he was not mine to keep.
he was not for me.
...
but then Neyo sings in that Milky masculine caresing voice of his
"I just wonder..."
Baby,
do you ever think of me
anymore...
"do you?"

i miss having you
i miss the better days...
i get silly moments when i wonder what i'd be like
if you were still here
do you?

(but then i remember...
thank God for memories
you're an asshole
and God knows i dont need two of those)