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