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