Break-ups... who'd have 'em?
It's not that I forget I forgive When I'm sad And I'm thinking of you. I'm not brave for facing the pain I'm disgusted at myself For not changing the record Constantly playing In my head.
If I take a moment And toot my own horn Feeling the guilt for forgetting you in a moment of bliss that comes from no longer pausing to consider the scar you left me with; Then I'll break down from the rust That has formed around it.
You're a tinman; If I only had a brain. Not my own. Some gift From a far flung wizard Who knows how to abrakadabra the hurt away. I'm still waiting for it.