Music helps us forget our problems,
Short term, like a memory,
But even memories fade if they aren’t utilized.

I fell in love with his passion for music and creativity,
But his passion soon turned to an obsession,
He’s been sitting alone at his piano ever since last autumn,
And he won’t leave until he thinks he’s done.

I often hear him cursing under his breath for hitting the wrong note,
The way he looks through me, with an absence of meaning,
Sometimes I think it’s me he’s cursing.

His discovery of music filled a void that was not yet empty,
Snow lays untouched on the front lawn, yet he’s still uninspired,
All the windows are full of fog and frost-bitten memories,
Too blurred to remember.

The love that we both use to share,
It’s melting like the snow,
It’s getting really cold now, I can see my own breath,
I’m left sitting all alone in our old satin laced sheets.

Baby, won’t you come to bed, don’t you remember me?
Music helps us forget our problems,
Please don’t forget about me.