You don't have to remember me

It's okay
You don't have to remember me
When the sun beams come through your window
and in bed
you press play
to a song that pours
into your memory vat
all the things you've forgotten

I don't have to be one of them
it's okay, really
I've been forgotten before

There are people I haven't met yet
who will lose my name and face
in the crowd of life
so it's okay if you do too

I wouldn't hold the future accountable
So,
why treat the past any different?

Someday i'll be thrown against a wall
and someday
I'll stick