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 any words that i put in print
My luck, you'll change and have strength enough to walk away