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 for 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
I've strength enough to walk away
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