Your memory is a monster; you forget, it doesn’t. It simply files things away.
It keeps things for you, or hides things from you, and summons them to your recall with a will of its own.
You think you have a memory; but it has you.
– John Irving
Here is the only Smiths cover that matters.
Loud loutish lover treat her kindly
Though she needs you more than she loves you
I know it’s over, still I cling
I don’t know where else I can go