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