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
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