I never thought it'd feel this easy losing you...
I dedicate this poem to a friend who will probably never read it:
It's not that I don't like you,
You're just too routine,
It's time for this again?
Your intoxicating paranoia,
Sing those baby blues again,
Acid jazz with a litmus aftertaste.
That's it. Short and to the point. I had a momentary 30-second panic attack until I realized that all I was losing was something that hadn't been there in months anyway. You can think we're all out to get you, you can treat us like you never knew us, you can live in fear.
But wouldn't it be easier to just let it go? Don't flatter yourself...most of them have forgotten you, and if you want me to forget you too then it's done.
Yes it's done...no more now, and life goes on.
It's not that I don't like you,
You're just too routine,
It's time for this again?
Your intoxicating paranoia,
Sing those baby blues again,
Acid jazz with a litmus aftertaste.
That's it. Short and to the point. I had a momentary 30-second panic attack until I realized that all I was losing was something that hadn't been there in months anyway. You can think we're all out to get you, you can treat us like you never knew us, you can live in fear.
But wouldn't it be easier to just let it go? Don't flatter yourself...most of them have forgotten you, and if you want me to forget you too then it's done.
Yes it's done...no more now, and life goes on.