you'll be accepting my apology for taking things too seriously
sometimes I'm old enough to to keep routines,
sometimes I'm child enough to scream for
everything I broke in two
you're barely missing me, I'm missing you and everything you do
I really do
my once photographic memory for recollection's sake is failing me
I can't remember tor the life of me
sometimes I can think to recite words that i read and rewrite
my pens paint people that I've proven wrong,
but we move on
get a job where I can tell all of my accounts of someone else
I'm quick enough to judge that they were wrong and that we knew it all along
sing a long long-winded song I would be content to hum along
if I state that my fingers know where to show what everyone should have known,
I'll let it go
hopefully you'll forget that words that I put in print
my luck, you'll change and have strength enough to walk away
