Amnesia

I’m collecting names from my past.
It’s funny how I believed those days would last.
I can’t remember where I’ve been,
I can’t remember my own best friend

But You, you hunt in my dreams, mr. Amnesia
I don’t really know who you are,
I can’t remember what’s your name.
But I remember that it felt so good to wake up with you.

Were your eyes a different kind of blue?
Or were they just plain brown?
Did your presence make me smile?
Or did you make me frown,
Did it feel like heaven’s coming down
Whenever you touched my hand?
Have I ever told you ‘I love you’

My amnesia I don’t really care who you were.
I can’t seem to remember your name.
But I do remember how it felt so good
So good
To wake up with you