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