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.
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