Testo: Get Up Kids. Something To Write Home About. 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