My Apology

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, I really do, sure I 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,

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

Sometimes I can think to recite words that I read and rewrite,

my pens paint people that I've proven wrong.

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.

Sometimes I can think to recite words that I read and rewrite,

my pens paint people that I've proven wrong.

Sometimes I can think to recite words that I read and rewrite,

my pens paint people that I've proven wrong.