Selective memory

He's crying and now she's gone
First time the T.V. isn't on
He never would just respond
But now it's a tragedy
You see what you want to see in your memory.

You're looking the other way
Forgetting the things you used to say
You're living a yesterday
That could never really be
Selective memory is what you see

I don't think that you are even pretending
Maybe you just blocked it out of your mind
It's easier when it's ending
To forget what it ever was
It's funny how you're defending
The way that it never was

You're thinking but it's too late
You'll never admit it wasn't great
You'd much rather recreate
The way it would never be
Selective memory has set you free
Your memory has set you free