All of this town seems drunk tonight and I'm looking for your hand

What does it mean to forget someone? Everyone I've ever known lives on inside my head.

I wish I could tell my mind that there's no room left in the inn; I wish I could prevent every unwanted visitor from overstaying their welcome; I wish I could leave some room in there to remember who I am.

For better or for worse, you're stuck in my head. I can't seem to change that, so I might as well get used to it. And you might as well get comfy.

I'll leave a mint on your pillow.