David Bazan How I Remember
I go out in public now more than you might think,
But only after several drinks
That's how I remember.
Then if I see any girl I've ever met before,
I run like hell for the door
That's how I remember.
Memory records selected shorts and interpretations,
Then later plays them back as gospel fact.
That's how I remember
That's how I remember
With one eye open,
You can focus like a camera on
Whomever you are capturing.
Without exception I prefer it as a way to document
The objects of my interest
Red and yellow, black and white
Are precious in his eyes
But who he roots for in a fight
That's how I remember
So every time I find a girl
Beaten, gagged, and bound,
I let her go and write it down
That's how I remember
That's how I remember
