Volume I: Saginaw Sweetheart
I Gotta Forget

Woke up this morning
to a brand new life
and I was surprised, I was surprised
So I choked down some cereal
and I missed your light
but I won't cry, cause I can't cry

So pass the bong: I need a hit
I gotta forget shit

I got no one to play for
except my boys
and that's not OK, that's not OK
I got nothing to look forward to
not even divorce
oh, what a rotten day
what a rotten day

So don't bogart the joint:
I need a hit
I gotta forget shit

I stuffed all our memories
in a cardboard box
and my glass is tall, my glass is tall
I found all these things
that I forgot
and I want them all
Lord, I want them all

So pass the pipe: I need a hit
I gotta forget shit

Quillan Roe: Guitar, Vocal
Mike Brady: Banjo
Jeff Tranberry: Bass
Dan Gerber: Tide Bottle

Words and Music ©1996 Accident Clearinghouse