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
